The Travelling Companions. F. Anstey

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rel="nofollow" href="#ulink_37d3d36e-fc4c-5b64-b48a-d930ad5fe7e5">CHAPTER XXIII.

       PEARLS AND PIGS.

       CHAPTER XXIV.

       THE PILGRIMS OF LOVE.

       CHAPTER XXV.

       JOURNEYS END IN LOVERS' MEETING.

       CHAPTER XXVI.

       Podbury Kisses the Rod.

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PODBURY GRAPPLING WITH THE EPITOME OF SPENCER 50
THE CURATE GETS UP AND QUITS THE ROOM WITH DIGNITY 57
"IT DOES SEEM RATHER ROUGH ON FELLOWS, DON'T YOU KNOW" 63
AN ELDERLY ENGLISHWOMAN IS SITTING ON HER TRUNK 66
STRUGGLING WITH A LONG PRINTED PANORAMA 73
"HOW LITTLE YOU KNOW ME!" 79
"I KNOCK OFF QUITE A NUMBER OF THESE WHILE I'M ABROAD LIKE THIS" 84
"BOUND TO TEACH YOU A LOT, SEEING ALL THE OLD ALTAR-PIECES I DO!" 90
"I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'RE ACQUAINTED WITH A PAPER CALLED THE 'PENNY PATRICIAN'?" 95
SHE PASSES ON WITH HER CHIN IN THE AIR! 101
"BELLISSIMO SCULTORE!" 107
"HI! OTEZ-MOI CECI!" 113
"I GUESS YOU WANT TO COLOGNE your CHEEKS—THEY'RE DREADFUL LUMPY" 120
"I GUESS YOU'RE THE MOST UNSELFISH SAINT ON TWO LEGS!" 127
A SOLEMN GENTLEMAN STRUGGLING WITH A TROUBLESOME COUGH 132
"A MEAN CUSS? ME! REALLY—!" 137
HYPATIA, BY JOVE! NARROW SHAVE THAT! 143
READS WITH A GRADUALLY LENGTHENING COUNTENANCE 150

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      Scene—An Excursion Agent's Offices. Behind the counters polite and patient Clerks are besieged by a crowd of Intending Tourists, all asking questions at once.

      First Intending Tourist. Here—have you made out that estimate for me yet?

      Clerk. In one moment, Sir. (He refers to a list, turns over innumerable books, jots down columns of francs, marks, and florins; reduces them to English money, and adds them up.) First class fares on the Rhine, Danube and Black Sea steamers, I think you said, second class rail, and postwagen?

      First Int. T. I did say so, I believe; but you had better make it second class all through, and I can always pay the difference if I want to.

      [The Clerk alters the sums accordingly, and adds up again.

      Clerk. Fifty-five pounds fourteen and a penny, Sir. Shall I make you out the tickets now?

      First Int. T. Um, no. On second thoughts, I'd like to see one of your short Circular Tours for the English Lakes, or Wales, before I decide.

      [The Clerk hands him a quantity of leaflets, with which he retires.

      Enter Mr. Clarendon Culchard, age about twenty-eight; in Somerset House; tall; wears glasses, stoops slightly, dresses carefully, though his tall hat is of the last fashion but two. He looks about him expectantly, and then sits down to wait.

      Culchard (to himself). No sign of him yet! I do like a man to keep an appointment. If this is the way he begins—I have my doubts whether he is quite the sort of fellow to—but I took the precaution to ask Hugh Rose about him, and Rose said he was the best company in the world, and I couldn't help getting on with him. I don't think Rose would deceive me. And from all I've seen of Podbury, he seems a pleasant fellow enough. What a Babel! All these people bent on pleasure, going to seek it in as many directions—with what success no one can predict. There's an idea for a sonnet there.

      [He brings out a pocket-book, and begins to write—"As when a——"

      An Amurrcan Citizen (to Clerk). See here, I've been around with your tickets in Yurrup, and when I was at Vernis, I bought some goods at a store there, and paid cash down for 'em, and they promised to send 'em on for me right here, and that was last fall, and I've never heard any more of 'em, and what I want

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