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CHAPTER X--A PASSAGE IN THE LIFE OF MR. WATKINS TOTTLE - Sketches by Boz
Mr. Timson rose from his seat when he had concluded the note, and looked dubiously at Parsons. 'May I ask,' he inquired, appealing to Watkins Tottle, 'whether our friend here is acquainted with the object of your visit?'
'Our friend is in MY confidence,' replied Watkins, with considerable importance.
'Then, sir,' said Timson, seizing both Tottle's hands, 'allow me in his presence to thank you most unfeignedly and cordially, for the noble part you have acted in this affair.'
'He thinks I recommended him,' thought Tottle. 'Confound these fellows! they never think of anything but their fees.'
'I deeply regret having misunderstood your intentions, my dear sir,' continued Timson. 'Disinterested and manly, indeed! There are very few men who would have acted as you have done.'
Mr. Watkins Tottle could not help thinking that this last remark was anything but complimentary. He therefore inquired, rather hastily, 'When is it to be?'
'On Thursday,' replied Timson,--'on Thursday morning at half-past eight.'
'Uncommonly early,' observed Watkins Tottle, with an air of triumphant self-denial. 'I shall hardly be able to get down here by that hour.' (This was intended for a joke.)
'Never mind, my dear fellow,' replied Timson, all suavity, shaking hands with Tottle again most heartily, 'so long as we see you to breakfast, you know--'
'Eh!' said Parsons, with one of the most extraordinary expressions of countenance that ever appeared in a human face.
'What!' ejaculated Watkins Tottle, at the same moment.
'I say that so long as we see you to breakfast,' replied Timson, 'we will excuse your being absent from the ceremony, though of course your presence at it would give us the utmost pleasure.'
Mr. Watkins Tottle staggered against the wall, and fixed his eyes on Timson with appalling perseverance.
'Timson,' said Parsons, hurriedly brushing his hat with his left arm, 'when you say "us," whom do you mean?'
Mr. Timson looked foolish in his turn, when he replied, 'Why--Mrs. Timson that will be this day week: Miss Lillerton that is--'
'Now don't stare at that idiot in the corner,' angrily exclaimed Parsons, as the extraordinary convulsions of Watkins Tottle's countenance excited the wondering gaze of Timson,--'but have the goodness to tell me in three words the contents of that note?'
'This note,' replied Timson, 'is from Miss Lillerton, to whom I have been for the last five weeks regularly engaged. Her singular scruples and strange feeling on some points have hitherto prevented my bringing the engagement to that termination which I so anxiously desire. She informs me here, that she sounded Mrs. Parsons with the view of making her her confidante and go-between, that Mrs. Parsons informed this elderly gentleman, Mr. Tottle, of the circumstance, and that he, in the most kind and delicate terms, offered to assist us in any way, and even undertook to convey this note, which contains the promise I have long sought in vain--an act of kindness for which I can never be sufficiently grateful.' ![]()
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