"
"She used to box Rosey's ears," roars out poor Clive, "and go into such
tantrums, in Fitzroy Square and Brussels afterwards, and the pair would
come down with their arms round each other's waists, smirking and smiling
as if they had done nothing but kiss each other all their mortal lives!
This is what we know about women--this is what we get, and find years
afterwards, when we think we have married a smiling, artless young
creature! Are you all such hypocrites, Mrs. Pendennis?" and he pulled his
mustachios in his wrath.
"Poor Clive!" says Laura, very kindly. "You would not have had her tell
tales of her mother, would you?"
"Oh, of course not," breaks out Clive; "that is what you all say, and so
you are hypocrites out of sheer virtue."
It was the first time Laura had called him Clive for many a day. She was
becoming reconciled to him. We had our own opinion about the young
fellow's marriage.
And, to sum up all, upon a casual rencontre with the young gentleman in
question, whom we saw descending from a hansom at the steps of the Flag,
Pall Mall, I opined that dark thoughts of Hoby had entered into Clive
Newcome's mind.
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