17/26 The fifteenth time, the foreigner couldn't stand it any longer. He slapped his forehead, and he said, 'Ah, merciful Heaven, cock and bacon again!' You won't mention it, will you ?--and perhaps you think as I do ?--I'm sick of cock and bacon, myself." Mr.Null's medical orders still prescribed fresh air. The carriage came to the door at the regular hour; and Mr.Gallilee, with equal regularity, withdrew to his club. She went up to the schoolroom. Miss Minerva was writing, and silence had been proclaimed. |