The things we do!

But the next day, being Sunday, when
Clive, with a most engaging smile on his countenance, walked over to
breakfast from his hotel, Miss Honeyman would scarcely speak to him
during the meal, looked out at him very haughtily from under her Sunday
cap, and received his stories about Italy with "Oh! ah! indeed!" in a
very unkind manner. And when breakfast was over, and she had done washing
her age chins, she fluttered up to Clive with such an agitation of
plumage, redness of craw, and anger of manner, as a maternal hen shows if
she has reason to think you menace her chickens. She fluttered up to
Clive, I say, and cried out, "Not in this house, Clive,--not in this
house, I beg you to understand that!"
Clive, looking amazed, said, "Certainly not, ma'am; I never did do it in
the house, as I know you don't like it. I was going into the Square." The
young man meaning that he was about to smoke, and conjecturing that his
aunt's anger applied to that practice.
"You know very well what I mean, sir! Don't try to turn me off in that
highty-tighty way.


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