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
"It wouldn't ruin him then," said I laughing. "Unless indeed, poor
Fellow, as is like enough, 'twas palmed upon him for a real Stone.
Well, _Prue_, is this what all the Sighing has been about? You needn't
break your Heart, I think, at having accepted it of him."
"Don't laugh, or you'll kill me," says _Prudence_, "it's no laughing
Matter, I can tell you. It don't matter whether the Stone be real or
false; but, in fact, it's a Wedding ... no, a Guard-Ring."
"A _what_?" cried I. "Do say it over again!" But she was crying
passionately.
"What's this about Wedding and Guard-Rings, _Prue_? Do you mean to say
you are _married_?"
"Oh _Patty_! don't speak so unkindly--I can't bear it."
"I don't mean to be unkind,"--and I kissed her. "But you rack me with
Suspense. Do speak out! Are you, _can_ you be married to _Tom_?"
"Whether or no, I'm engaged to him quite as irrevocably, I assure you,
_Patty_."
"You amaze and distress me beyond Measure," said I.
"I knew you would be very angry with me," said she.
"Angry? why should I be angry? There's no Reason why _Tom_ and you
should not marry, if you like it, except his Profession, and his being
unable to keep a Wife. Two serious Exceptions, I admit."
"So serious, _Patty_, that I fear my _Father_ and _Mother_ would never
overlook them--Oh! how angry my _Father_ would be! I should never hear
the Last of it."
"Well, he _would_ be angry, I dare say, but it would not be the first
Time; and you generally bear his Rebukes pretty sturdily. If I were in
love with _Tom_, I think I could stand that."
"Do you indeed, dear _Patty_? Ah, but you don't know the Worst."
"What _is_ the Worst, then?" cried I impatiently--"Say in a Word." But
she could not speak it.
"I can't make Head nor Tail of it," said I--"It seems such an
unaccountable Business. I thought you cared for Mr. _Fenwick_."
"Mr. _Fenwick_? Oh, _Patty_! how _could_ you be such a Goose?"
"Well, _Prue_, I chanced to see him one Day holding you by the Hand at
his Window, and talking very earnestly."
"Why, he was talking about _Tom_, and advising me not to go to the
Play!"
"Was that it? Dear me!"
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