human
What a plague did the 'Stronomers discover Herschel for? You see, sir, addressing Vance,
gpt
What!--Sir John?
human
No, the star he poked out. He's a awful star for females! hates 'em like poison! I suspect he's been worriting hisself into her nativity, for I got out from her the year, month, and day she was born, hour unbeknown, but, calkeiating by noon, Herschel was dead agin her in the Third and Ninth House,--Voyages, Travels, Letters, News, Church Matters, and such like. But it will all come right after he's transited. Her Jupiter must be good. But I only hope, added the Cobbler, solemnly,
gpt
And this is the last of her! said Lionel, sadly, putting the book into his breast-pocket.
human
Heaven shield her wherever she goes!
gpt
Don't you think Waife and the poor little girl will come back again?
human
P'raps; I know he was looking hard into the county map at the stationer's over the way; that seems as if he did not mean to go very far. P'raps he may come back.
gpt
Did he take all his goods with him?
human
Barrin' an old box,--nothing in it, I expect, but theatre rubbish,--play-books, paints, an old wig, and sick like. He has good clothes,--always had; and so has she, but they don't make more than a bundle.
gpt
But surely you must know what the old fellow's project is. He has got from me a great sum: what will he do with it?
human
Just what has been a-bothering me. What will he do with it? I cast a figure to know; could not make it out. Strange signs in Twelfth House. Enemies and Big Animals. Well, well, he's a marbellous man, and if he warn't a misbeliever in the crystal, I should say he was under Herschel; for you see, sir (laying hold of Vance's button, as he saw that gentleman turning to escape),--
gpt
As mad as its hares, muttered Vance, wrenching his button from the Cobbler's grasp, and impatiently striding off. But he did not effect his escape so easily, for, close at hand, just at the corner of the lane, a female group, headed by Merle's gaunt housekeeper, had been silently collecting from the moment the two friends had paused at the Cobbler's door. And this petticoated divan suddenly closing round the painter, one pulled him by the sleeve, another by the jacket, and a third, with a nose upon which somebody had sat in early infancy, whispered,
human
Please, sir, take my picter fust.
gpt
Your picture, you drab! Here another model of rustic charms, who might have furnished an ideal for the fat scullion in
human
Tristram Shandy,
gpt
Sir, if you don't objex to coming into the kitching after the family has gone to bed, I don't care if I lets you make a minnytur of me for two pounds.
human
Miniature of you, porpoise!
gpt
Polly, sir, not Porpus,--ax pardon. I shall clean myself, and I have a butyful new cap,--Honeytun, and--
human
Let the gentleman go, will you? said a third;
gpt
I am surprised at ye, Polly. The kitching, unbeknown! Sir, I'm in the nussery; yes, sir; and Alissus says you may take me any time, purvided you'll take the babby, in the back parlour; yes, sir, No. 5 in the High Street. Mrs. Spratt,--yes, sir. Babby has had the small-pox; in case you're a married gentleman with a family; quite safe there; yes, sir.