The things we do!

They say his mother's serious, and that; but why
shouldn't she bet?" continues honest Crackthorpe, puffing his cigar with
great energy. "They say the old dowager doesn't believe in God nor devil:
but that she's in such a funk to be left in the dark that she howls, and
raises the doose's own delight if her candle goes out. Toppleton slept
next room to her at Groningham, and heard her; didn't you, Top?"
"Heard her howling like an old cat on the tiles," says Toppleton,--
"thought she was at first. My man told me that she used to fling all
sorts of things--boot-jacks and things, give you my honour--at her maid,
and that the woman was all over black and blue."
"Capital head that is Newcome has done of Jack Belsize!" says
Crackthorpe, from out of his cigar.
"And Kew's too--famous likeness! I say, Newcome, if you have 'em printed
the whole brigade'll subscribe. Make your fortune, see if you won't,"
cries Toppleton.
"He's such a heavy swell, he don't want to make his fortune," ejaculates
Butts.


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