The things we do!

Springing down from his station behind his
mistress, the youth clad in the nether garments of red sammit discharged
thunderclaps on the door of Mrs. Newcome's house, announcing to the whole
Square that his mistress had returned to her abode. Since the fort
saluted the Governor-General at ------, Colonel Newcome had never heard
such a cannonading.
Clive, with a queer twinkle of his eyes, ran towards his aunt.
She bent over the carriage languidly towards him. She liked him. "What,
you, Clive?" she said. "How come you away from school of a Thursday,
sir?"
"It is a holiday," says he. "My father is come; and he is come to see
you."
She bowed her head with an expression of affable surprise and majestic
satisfaction. "Indeed, Clive!" she was good enough to exclaim and with an
air which seemed to say, "Let him come up and be presented to me." The
honest gentleman stepped forward and took off his hat and bowed, and
stood bareheaded. She surveyed him blandly, and with infinite grace put
forward one of the pudgy little hands in one of the dirty gloves.


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