The Old Chelsea Bun-House: A Tale of the Last CenturyManning, Anne
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The Old Chelsea Bun-House: A Tale of the Last Century
Manning, Anne
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction
So I remained as I was; and presently came down Mr. _Fenwick_, who,
_Prudence_ told me, had been quite another Man since Mr. _Caryl's_
Visit. Close on his Heels followed Dr. _Elwes_, in his best Wig and
Ruffles, with a Flower in his Button-Hole; so our gala Preparations
were by no Means in vain. Then our little Feast began: with two such
Men at Table, 'twould have been surprising if good Conversation had
been wanting, and every one seemed in happy Tune. As for the Doctor,
he was quite on the merry Pin, praised the Cream, Butter, and Cakes,
partook of Everything, and complimented us handsomely all round. I
believe my dear _Mother_ had not had such a tranquilly pleasant Evening
for many a Day. I presided at the Tea-Board, which was supplied with
fairy-like Cups without Handles, of real China, and the Tea-Caddy was
real Chinese too, one of my poor _Father's_ Purchases. _Prue_ tripped
off now and then into the Shop; but our Man _Peter_ was on Duty there,
as well as _Saunders's_ Daughter, so that we could leave the Business
pretty safely in their Charge.
All at once enters _Nanny Saunders_ from the Shop, with a Face as
red as Currant-Jelly; and, "Sir,--Mr. _Fenwick_!" says she, "here's a
Gentleman of Quality inquiring for you!" and without more ado, ushers
Mr. _Paul Caryl_ in upon us.
For my Part, I felt greatly confused; the rest expressed by their Looks
simple Surprise, all except Mr. _Fenwick_, who, upsetting his Cup
(which luckily was empty) in his Hurry to rise, and colouring very red,
hastened to meet his Guest.
"Faith, I find you pleasantly engaged, Sir!" were the easy, lively
Words first spoken by our Man of Fashion. "Don't let me disturb any
one, pray.--May I request to be presented to the Ladies?" And he bowed
upon my _Mother's_ Hand as if she had been a Duchess, saluted _Prue_
and me more distantly, and stood at pause for a Moment when he came to
_Gatty_, then bowed low, noticed the Doctor, and then turned to Mr.
_Fenwick_.
"I've good News for you," said he gaily, "so thought I would bring it
myself. I know how I should have liked it, had I been in your Place.
But suppose we postpone it a little, and enjoy the Goods the Gods
provide us. Why should we forget the universal Doom of Man--'_Fruges
consumere nati_'? Ha, Sir?"
I mutely offered him a Dish of Tea, which he immediately accepted; and,
as he sipped it, he addressed some trifling Remark to my _Mother_, who
cheerfully replied. Many Persons would have been completely fluttered
by the Entry of an unexpected Guest, of a Grade so removed from their
own; but my _Mother_ never lost her Self-Possession or Self-Respect;
which on this Occasion was so influential on all around her, that we
almost immediately regained our Ease, and became as cheerful and chatty
as we had been before.
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