[Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush by William Makepeace Thackeray]@TWC D-Link bookMemoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush CHAPTER X 5/87
My love," says my lord, turning to his lady, "you have no malice against poor Algernon, I trust? Pray shake HIS HAND." (A grin.) But my lady rose and said, "I have told Mr.Deuceace, that I never wished to see him, or speak to him, more.
I see no reason, now, to change my opinion." And herewith she sailed out of the room, by the door through which Kicksey had carried poor Mrs.Deuceace. "Well, well," says my lord, as Lady Crabs swept by, "I was in hopes she had forgiven you; but I know the whole story, and I must confess you used her cruelly ill.
Two strings to your bow!--that was your game, was it, you rogue ?" "Do you mean, my lord, that you know all that past between me and Lady Grif--Lady Crabs, before our quarrel ?" "Perfectly--you made love to her, and she was almost in love with you; you jilted her for money, she got a man to shoot your hand off in revenge: no more dice-boxes, now, Deuceace; no more sauter la coupe.
I can't think how the deuce you will manage to live without them." "Your lordship is very kind; but I have given up play altogether," says Deuceace, looking mighty black and uneasy. "Oh, indeed! Benedick has turned a moral man, has he? This is better and better.
Are you thinking of going into the church, Deuceace ?" "My lord, may I ask you to be a little more serious ?" "Serious! a quoi bon? I am serious--serious in my surprise that, when you might have had either of these women, you should have preferred that hideous wife of yours." "May I ask you, in turn, how you came to be so little squeamish about a wife, as to choose a woman who had just been making love to your own son ?" says Deuceace, growing fierce. "How can you ask such a question? I owe forty thousand pounds--there is an execution at Sizes Hall--every acre I have is in the hands of my creditors; and that's why I married her.
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