DOI Heft:
December 5, 1891
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17692#0288
268
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[December 5, 1891.
idea myself of- Exceedingly pleasant person his Lordship—so
affable, so completely the gentleman !
Podb. Oh, he's affable enough—for a boot-maker. I always give
him a title when I see him, for the joke of the thing—he likes it.
Mr. C. S. He may, Sir. I consider a title is not a thing to be
treated in that light manner. It—it was an unpardonable liberty to
force me into the society of that class of person—unpardonable, Sir !
[_He goes.
Podb. Didn't take much forcing, after he once heard me call him
" Lord Uppersole" ! "Where are all the others, eh? Thought we
were going up to the Villa Serbelloni this afternoon.
Gulch. 1—er—have not been consulted. Are they—er—all going ?
[ With a shade of anxiety.
Podb. I believe so. You needn't be afraid, you know. Hypatlv
won't have the chance of ragging you now—she and Miss; Trotter
have had a bit of a breeze.
Culch. I rather gathered as much. I think I could guess
the-
THE TRAVELLING COMPANIONS.
No XVII.
Scexe — Under the Colonnade of the Hotel Grande Bretagne,
Bettagio. ceechard is sitting by one of the pillars, engaged
in constructing a sonnet. On a neighbouring seat a group of
smart people are talking over their acquaintances, and near
them is another visitor, a Mr. Crawley Strett, who is icatching
his opportunity to strike into the conversation.
Mrs. Hurlingham. Well, she'll be Lady Chesepare some day,
when anything happens to the old Earl. He was looking quite
ghastly when we were down at SKYiTPiXGS last. But they're
frightfully badly off now, poor dears! Lady Drtblett lets them
have her house in Park Lane for parties and that—but it's wonderful
how they live at all !
Colonel Sandown. He looked pretty fit at the Rag the other day.
Come across the Sexlacs anywhere ? Thought Lady Sexlac was
going abroad this year. Podb. Yes, Hypatlv's rather uneasy about poor old Bob ; thinks
Mr. Crawley Strutt. Hem—I saw it mentioned in the Penny Miss Trotter'Is—well, carrying on, you know. She is no end of a
Patrician that her Ladyship little flirt—you know that well
had- i^^s>^ enough !—(C. disclaims impa-
Mrs. Hurl, {without taking /ggf^g& g tiently.) Here you all are, eh ?
the slightest notice of him). ^^HlP^ilraL ^>«=s* ES —^ss P-i Miss T., and
She'8 just been marryin' her ^Bpi^^L ' Nt Bob.)—Well, who knows the
daughter, you know—rather a i(sm^'^^^^^^1 ^ way up to the villa ?
good match, too. Not what I I^sWi W laK. ^wSp L"'- Miss T. It's through the
all pretty, — smart - lookin', -/t^/^^lm* lJl 5* town, and up some steps by
that's all. But then her stflt/lk f /<7\^v. 7< ^ ^e cburch—Y0U cann't miss
sister wasn't pretty till she fiMllk %\ l'J XV\ f*^? J$$irl*~\ "^u* PEEXDEEGAST 1S
married. M i 1 Iftf Iff \L]fj\l\ Wvfj^/Avk^^ - ^ going to show me a short cut
Col. Sand. Nice family she IIM, M'W JT//1\ ^riSifVl Yl US UP behind the hotel —aren't
married into! Met her father- jEfltf... \i Yjfci, \ WSMlffl^-^m* \ ^ you, Mr. Prexdergast ?
in-law, old Lord Bletherhah, U^^^M^ W?\ FA ^rfflw ^\ \ ^ ss ^' ij'c'^'-' * really
the other morning, at a JL^P^^ 'ml0l\ mm^^^M^ Ip&te?' SAfi think, dear, it would be better
chemist's in Piccadilly — he'd »?==Bv' :JK«iiM WM^'"Jr^^j^f/^. if we all kept together—for so
dropped in then' for a pick- kSm 17 . -nfll&IlO ^Hffifesrr--:. many reasons!
me-up; and there he was, \>W A'l * ' ^JBra/^' 1 ^ Culch. {trith alacrity . I
tellin' the chemist all the ww$wk I ' \ W0!^'NIbI^''•^■•fe agree with Miss Prexdergast.
troubles he'd had with his MsWIffe ^'^•••^Hr W0-'^' ' ! -v- A su"rt cut is invariably the
other sons marryin' the way Mf/; 'Kil V -~ |PT • III I 'J^^/f//- \Mk '< iwHj^'fsS: most indirect route.
they did, and that. Rum MlM • H Mss F% (tcith {ntention)-
man to ?o and confide in his MK^Pffii v « ;§\ ■' &3SttUfy% jfe^ilw^P- You hear what Mr. Ceechard
chemist, but he's like that— x" if' ;^ s^P'Wi: • " .^Bl'fe' my dear Maed ? He
fond of the vine! m \\]yM ^-mul M^^^r ' * r> - advocates direct wavs, as best
Mr. C. S. Er- er —it's ffmU^Wfmli MlSfe^ W% :|H»^. in the long run.
becoming a very serious thing, M WSmwf wff'iiA 1 ^iP^fi ■ j^gj^ft^jf^^^^P^., . Miss T. It's only going to
Sir, the way our aristocracy is tl WKUf BffWffl I n WMil ^ l^^ll " be a short run, my love. But
deteriorating, is it not ? if ff-'rm wr/MS"Hp^wI'• WWW \ WdM I'm vurrvglad to observe that
Col. S. Is it ? What have // m/Mjl \ tfji |\( v '1 ''v'K^Wm you and Mr. CVlchard are so
they been up to now, eh? // //', ml wJliiy. ' , ' '• V'tfi%fflr flimM perfectly harmonious, as I'm
Haven't seen a paper for days. ff m/'mi WlfilhK » \ >\V;'-:'-v''- W, TwW leaving him on your hands
Mr. C. S. I mean these ff iff f/if ~mfl $I^Mk-- ": ^"W I W for a spell. Aren't you ever
mixed marriages, and, well, U W' "j mi'Pi'k V' '%^Kf^Wt f1&& coming, Mr. Prexdergast ?
their general goings on. I I m 7/f W' I fa^&£9r \ —['SAe leads him off, a not
don't know if you're ac- // .Jfc ijf .. . Jm\\\WM^^^^ ____^_ Wf'1*. ==~L unwilling captive.
quainted with a paper called h --wfY//V^^"^==-Bf// // IP-- Ml! ■ "jUSl , „ ,7 • ,7 r, , /.,7
the Penn P tr ? I t 1 y ~s~~~mr I' H—^^^wf/]'f' .t^^^^^ss^^^^g^^t^^S ^ Path m the 0-rounas of the
• t! )lCia[l t a e /v wiH'0 Prr --js^t-Ji*^' 17//rt Serbelloni.
it m regularly, and I assure (j = ffi-1 ■dtitS£& >ii—=^
2/o?i—loyal supporter of our old ^z^^pgaBN* Podb. {considerately, to
hereditary institutions as I am «t , ,. , .- , • * j n i *i 7- p /.•;,,/» Culchard, icAo m following
-some of the revelations I J don't>iow if you're acquamted mtn a paper caued the Penny Tatrvnm i Miss Prexdergast /»
read about in high life make me blush—yes, downright blush for acute misery). Look here, old fellow, Miss Prexdergast would like
them! [Mrs. Herlixghait retires.
Col. S. Do they, though ? If I were you I should let 'em do their
own blushin', and save my pennies.
Mr. C. S. {deferentially). No doubt you're right, Sir, but I like
the Patrician myself—it's very smartly written. Talking of that,
to sit down, I know ; so don't you bother about keeping with us if
you 'd rather not, you know !
[Ceechard murmurs an inarticulate protest.
Miss P. Surely, Mr. Podbery, you are aware by this time that
Mr. Culchard has a perfect mania for self-sacrifice '
do you happen to know the ins and outs of that marriage of young j [Cuxchard drops behind, crushed.
Lord Gosltxgtox's ? Something very mysterious about the party Among the Puins at the top of the Hill.
he's going to marry—who are her people now ? Culch. [who has managed to overtake Miss T. and her companion)
Col. S. Can't say, I'm sure—no business of mine, you know.
Now do oblige me by looking through that gap in the pines towards
Mr. C. S. There I venture to think you're wrong, Sir. It's the Lecco. I particularly wish you to observe the effect of light on
business of everybody—the duty, I may say—to see that the best those cliffs—it's well worth your while.
blood of the nation is not-(Col. S. turns into the hotel; Mr. C. S. Miss T. Why, certainly, it's a view that does you infinite
sits down near Celch.)—Remarkably superior set of visitors staying 1 credit. Oh, you didnH take any hand in the arrangement? But
here, Sir! My chief objection to travel always is, that it brings you ain't you afraid if you go around patting the scenery on the head
in contact with parties you wouldn't think of associating with at ' this way, you'11 have the lake overflow ?
home. I was making that same remark to a very pleasant little : Bob. P. Ha-ha-ha! One in the eye for you, Ceechard !
fellow I met on the steamer—er—Lord Uppersole, I think it was— : Culch. {icith dignity). Surely one may express a natural enthu-
and he entirely concurred. Your friend made us acquainted.— siasm without laying oneself open-?
(Podbery comes out of the hotel.)—Ah, here is your friend.— Miss T. Gracious, yes ! I should hope you wouldn't want to show
(To Podb.)—Seen his Lordship about lately, Sir ?—Lord Uppersole, I your enthusiasm that way—like a Japanese nobleman !
I ?nean, of course ! Culch. {to himself). Now that's coarse—really coarse i—{Aloud.)
Podb. Uppersole ? No—he's over at Cadenabbia, I believe. —I seem to be unable to open my mouth now without some ridiculous
Mr. C. S. A highly agreeable spot to stay at. Indeed, I've some | distortion-
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[December 5, 1891.
idea myself of- Exceedingly pleasant person his Lordship—so
affable, so completely the gentleman !
Podb. Oh, he's affable enough—for a boot-maker. I always give
him a title when I see him, for the joke of the thing—he likes it.
Mr. C. S. He may, Sir. I consider a title is not a thing to be
treated in that light manner. It—it was an unpardonable liberty to
force me into the society of that class of person—unpardonable, Sir !
[_He goes.
Podb. Didn't take much forcing, after he once heard me call him
" Lord Uppersole" ! "Where are all the others, eh? Thought we
were going up to the Villa Serbelloni this afternoon.
Gulch. 1—er—have not been consulted. Are they—er—all going ?
[ With a shade of anxiety.
Podb. I believe so. You needn't be afraid, you know. Hypatlv
won't have the chance of ragging you now—she and Miss; Trotter
have had a bit of a breeze.
Culch. I rather gathered as much. I think I could guess
the-
THE TRAVELLING COMPANIONS.
No XVII.
Scexe — Under the Colonnade of the Hotel Grande Bretagne,
Bettagio. ceechard is sitting by one of the pillars, engaged
in constructing a sonnet. On a neighbouring seat a group of
smart people are talking over their acquaintances, and near
them is another visitor, a Mr. Crawley Strett, who is icatching
his opportunity to strike into the conversation.
Mrs. Hurlingham. Well, she'll be Lady Chesepare some day,
when anything happens to the old Earl. He was looking quite
ghastly when we were down at SKYiTPiXGS last. But they're
frightfully badly off now, poor dears! Lady Drtblett lets them
have her house in Park Lane for parties and that—but it's wonderful
how they live at all !
Colonel Sandown. He looked pretty fit at the Rag the other day.
Come across the Sexlacs anywhere ? Thought Lady Sexlac was
going abroad this year. Podb. Yes, Hypatlv's rather uneasy about poor old Bob ; thinks
Mr. Crawley Strutt. Hem—I saw it mentioned in the Penny Miss Trotter'Is—well, carrying on, you know. She is no end of a
Patrician that her Ladyship little flirt—you know that well
had- i^^s>^ enough !—(C. disclaims impa-
Mrs. Hurl, {without taking /ggf^g& g tiently.) Here you all are, eh ?
the slightest notice of him). ^^HlP^ilraL ^>«=s* ES —^ss P-i Miss T., and
She'8 just been marryin' her ^Bpi^^L ' Nt Bob.)—Well, who knows the
daughter, you know—rather a i(sm^'^^^^^^1 ^ way up to the villa ?
good match, too. Not what I I^sWi W laK. ^wSp L"'- Miss T. It's through the
all pretty, — smart - lookin', -/t^/^^lm* lJl 5* town, and up some steps by
that's all. But then her stflt/lk f /<7\^v. 7< ^ ^e cburch—Y0U cann't miss
sister wasn't pretty till she fiMllk %\ l'J XV\ f*^? J$$irl*~\ "^u* PEEXDEEGAST 1S
married. M i 1 Iftf Iff \L]fj\l\ Wvfj^/Avk^^ - ^ going to show me a short cut
Col. Sand. Nice family she IIM, M'W JT//1\ ^riSifVl Yl US UP behind the hotel —aren't
married into! Met her father- jEfltf... \i Yjfci, \ WSMlffl^-^m* \ ^ you, Mr. Prexdergast ?
in-law, old Lord Bletherhah, U^^^M^ W?\ FA ^rfflw ^\ \ ^ ss ^' ij'c'^'-' * really
the other morning, at a JL^P^^ 'ml0l\ mm^^^M^ Ip&te?' SAfi think, dear, it would be better
chemist's in Piccadilly — he'd »?==Bv' :JK«iiM WM^'"Jr^^j^f/^. if we all kept together—for so
dropped in then' for a pick- kSm 17 . -nfll&IlO ^Hffifesrr--:. many reasons!
me-up; and there he was, \>W A'l * ' ^JBra/^' 1 ^ Culch. {trith alacrity . I
tellin' the chemist all the ww$wk I ' \ W0!^'NIbI^''•^■•fe agree with Miss Prexdergast.
troubles he'd had with his MsWIffe ^'^•••^Hr W0-'^' ' ! -v- A su"rt cut is invariably the
other sons marryin' the way Mf/; 'Kil V -~ |PT • III I 'J^^/f//- \Mk '< iwHj^'fsS: most indirect route.
they did, and that. Rum MlM • H Mss F% (tcith {ntention)-
man to ?o and confide in his MK^Pffii v « ;§\ ■' &3SttUfy% jfe^ilw^P- You hear what Mr. Ceechard
chemist, but he's like that— x" if' ;^ s^P'Wi: • " .^Bl'fe' my dear Maed ? He
fond of the vine! m \\]yM ^-mul M^^^r ' * r> - advocates direct wavs, as best
Mr. C. S. Er- er —it's ffmU^Wfmli MlSfe^ W% :|H»^. in the long run.
becoming a very serious thing, M WSmwf wff'iiA 1 ^iP^fi ■ j^gj^ft^jf^^^^P^., . Miss T. It's only going to
Sir, the way our aristocracy is tl WKUf BffWffl I n WMil ^ l^^ll " be a short run, my love. But
deteriorating, is it not ? if ff-'rm wr/MS"Hp^wI'• WWW \ WdM I'm vurrvglad to observe that
Col. S. Is it ? What have // m/Mjl \ tfji |\( v '1 ''v'K^Wm you and Mr. CVlchard are so
they been up to now, eh? // //', ml wJliiy. ' , ' '• V'tfi%fflr flimM perfectly harmonious, as I'm
Haven't seen a paper for days. ff m/'mi WlfilhK » \ >\V;'-:'-v''- W, TwW leaving him on your hands
Mr. C. S. I mean these ff iff f/if ~mfl $I^Mk-- ": ^"W I W for a spell. Aren't you ever
mixed marriages, and, well, U W' "j mi'Pi'k V' '%^Kf^Wt f1&& coming, Mr. Prexdergast ?
their general goings on. I I m 7/f W' I fa^&£9r \ —['SAe leads him off, a not
don't know if you're ac- // .Jfc ijf .. . Jm\\\WM^^^^ ____^_ Wf'1*. ==~L unwilling captive.
quainted with a paper called h --wfY//V^^"^==-Bf// // IP-- Ml! ■ "jUSl , „ ,7 • ,7 r, , /.,7
the Penn P tr ? I t 1 y ~s~~~mr I' H—^^^wf/]'f' .t^^^^^ss^^^^g^^t^^S ^ Path m the 0-rounas of the
• t! )lCia[l t a e /v wiH'0 Prr --js^t-Ji*^' 17//rt Serbelloni.
it m regularly, and I assure (j = ffi-1 ■dtitS£& >ii—=^
2/o?i—loyal supporter of our old ^z^^pgaBN* Podb. {considerately, to
hereditary institutions as I am «t , ,. , .- , • * j n i *i 7- p /.•;,,/» Culchard, icAo m following
-some of the revelations I J don't>iow if you're acquamted mtn a paper caued the Penny Tatrvnm i Miss Prexdergast /»
read about in high life make me blush—yes, downright blush for acute misery). Look here, old fellow, Miss Prexdergast would like
them! [Mrs. Herlixghait retires.
Col. S. Do they, though ? If I were you I should let 'em do their
own blushin', and save my pennies.
Mr. C. S. {deferentially). No doubt you're right, Sir, but I like
the Patrician myself—it's very smartly written. Talking of that,
to sit down, I know ; so don't you bother about keeping with us if
you 'd rather not, you know !
[Ceechard murmurs an inarticulate protest.
Miss P. Surely, Mr. Podbery, you are aware by this time that
Mr. Culchard has a perfect mania for self-sacrifice '
do you happen to know the ins and outs of that marriage of young j [Cuxchard drops behind, crushed.
Lord Gosltxgtox's ? Something very mysterious about the party Among the Puins at the top of the Hill.
he's going to marry—who are her people now ? Culch. [who has managed to overtake Miss T. and her companion)
Col. S. Can't say, I'm sure—no business of mine, you know.
Now do oblige me by looking through that gap in the pines towards
Mr. C. S. There I venture to think you're wrong, Sir. It's the Lecco. I particularly wish you to observe the effect of light on
business of everybody—the duty, I may say—to see that the best those cliffs—it's well worth your while.
blood of the nation is not-(Col. S. turns into the hotel; Mr. C. S. Miss T. Why, certainly, it's a view that does you infinite
sits down near Celch.)—Remarkably superior set of visitors staying 1 credit. Oh, you didnH take any hand in the arrangement? But
here, Sir! My chief objection to travel always is, that it brings you ain't you afraid if you go around patting the scenery on the head
in contact with parties you wouldn't think of associating with at ' this way, you'11 have the lake overflow ?
home. I was making that same remark to a very pleasant little : Bob. P. Ha-ha-ha! One in the eye for you, Ceechard !
fellow I met on the steamer—er—Lord Uppersole, I think it was— : Culch. {icith dignity). Surely one may express a natural enthu-
and he entirely concurred. Your friend made us acquainted.— siasm without laying oneself open-?
(Podbery comes out of the hotel.)—Ah, here is your friend.— Miss T. Gracious, yes ! I should hope you wouldn't want to show
(To Podb.)—Seen his Lordship about lately, Sir ?—Lord Uppersole, I your enthusiasm that way—like a Japanese nobleman !
I ?nean, of course ! Culch. {to himself). Now that's coarse—really coarse i—{Aloud.)
Podb. Uppersole ? No—he's over at Cadenabbia, I believe. —I seem to be unable to open my mouth now without some ridiculous
Mr. C. S. A highly agreeable spot to stay at. Indeed, I've some | distortion-