"It is not such a dinner as
you have seen at her house, with six side-dishes, two flanks, that
splendid epergne, and the silver dishes top and bottom; but such as my
Rosa has she offers with a willing heart," cries the Campaigner.
"And Tom may sit to dinner, mayn't he, grandmamma?" asks Clive, in a
humble voice.
"Oh, if you wish it, sir."
"His grandfather will like to sit by him," said Clive. "I will go out and
meet him; he comes through Guildford Street and Russell Square," says
Clive. "Will you walk, Pen?"
"Oh, pray don't let us detain you," says Mrs. Mackenzie, with a toss of
her head: and when she retreated Clive whispered that she would not want
me; for she looked to the roasting of the beef and the making of the
pudding and the mince-pie.
"I thought she might have a finger in it," I said; and we set forth to
meet the dear old father, who presently came, walking very slowly, along
the line by which we expected him. His stick trembled as it fell on the
pavement: so did his voice, as he called out Clive's name: so did his
hand, as he stretched it to me.
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