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503 was compelled at Mrs Wititterly’s request to perform the ceremony of introducing the odious persons, whom she regarded with the utmost indignation and abhorrence. ‘Mrs Wititterly is delighted,’ said Mr Wititterly, rubbing his hands; ‘delighted, my lord, I am sure, with this opportunity of contracting an acquaintance which, I trust, my lord, we shall improve. Julia, my dear, you must not allow yourself to be too much excited, you must not. Indeed you must not. Mrs Wititterly is of a most excitable nature, Sir Mulberry. The snuff of a candle, the wick of a lamp, the bloom on a peach, the down on a butterfly. You might blow her away, my lord; you might blow her away.’ Sir Mulberry seemed to think that it would be a great convenience if the lady could be blown away. He said, however, that the delight was mutual, and Lord Verisopht added that it was mutual, whereupon Messrs Pyke and Pluck were heard to murmur from the distance that it was very mutual indeed. ‘I take an interest, my lord,’ said Mrs Wititterly, with a faint smile, ‘such an interest in the drama.’ ‘Ye--es. It’s very interesting,’ replied Lord Verisopht. ‘I’m always ill after Shakespeare,’ said Mrs Wititterly. ‘I scarcely exist the next day; I find the reaction so very great after a tragedy, my lord, and Shakespeare is such a delicious creature.’ ‘Ye--es!’ replied Lord Verisopht. ‘He was a clayver man.’ ‘Do you know, my lord,’ said Mrs Wititterly, after a long silence, ‘I find I take so much more interest in his plays, after having been to that dear little dull house he was born in! Were you ever there, my lord?’ ‘No, nayver,’ replied Verisopht. ‘Then really you ought to go, my lord,’ returned Mrs Wititterly, |
