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470 ‘To hang himself!’ cried Mr Lillyvick again. ‘Is any parallel attempted to be drawn in this company between matrimony and hanging?’ ‘The noose, you know,’ said Mr Folair, a little crest-fallen. ‘The noose, sir?’ retorted Mr Lillyvick. ‘Does any man dare to speak to me of a noose, and Henrietta Pe--’ ‘Lillyvick,’ suggested Mr Crummles. ‘--And Henrietta Lillyvick in the same breath?’ said the collector. ‘In this house, in the presence of Mr and Mrs Crummles, who have brought up a talented and virtuous family, to be blessings and phenomenons, and what not, are we to hear talk of nooses?’ ‘Folair,’ said Mr Crummles, deeming it a matter of decency to be affected by this allusion to himself and partner, ‘I’m astonished at you.’ ‘What are you going on in this way at me for?’ urged the unfortunate actor. ‘What have I done?’ ‘Done, sir!’ cried Mr Lillyvick, ‘aimed a blow at the whole framework of society--’ ‘And the best and tenderest feelings,’ added Crummles, relapsing into the old man. ‘And the highest and most estimable of social ties,’ said the collector. ‘Noose! As if one was caught, trapped into the married state, pinned by the leg, instead of going into it of one’s own accord and glorying in the act!’ ‘I didn’t mean to make it out, that you were caught and trapped, and pinned by the leg,’ replied the actor. ‘I’m sorry for it; I can’t say any more.’ ‘So you ought to be, sir,’ returned Mr Lillyvick; ‘and I am glad |
