The things we do!

Sir Brian Newcome and his eldest born arrived at Baden on the very night
of Jack Belsize's performance upon the promenade; of course it was
necessary to inform the young bridegroom of the facts. His acquaintances
of the public, who by this time know his temper, and are acquainted with
his language, can imagine the explosions of the one and the vehemence of
the other; it was a perfect feu d'artifice of oaths which he sent up. Mr.
Newcome only fired off these volleys of curses when he was in a passion,
but then he was in a passion very frequently.
As for Lady Clara's little accident, he was disposed to treat that very
lightly. "Poor dear Clara, of course, of course," he said, "she's been
accustomed to fainting fits; no wonder she was agitated on the sight of
that villain, after his infernal treatment of her. If I had been there"
(a volley of oaths comes here along the whole line) "I should have
strangled the scoundrel; I should have murdered him."
"Mercy, Barnes!" cries Lady Anne.


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