“For he’s well up now,” said Phillip, “and will be a sure card for a hundred or two, if I ask him.”
Other persons besides these two notable individuals had heard of the marriage.
Miss Josephine Smith was present during the ceremony, and, in giving an account of the affair, said that the bridegroom looked happy and handsome.
But “as to the bride—ugh! good gracious! she was a perfect fright! All curls, as usual, my dear, and looking like a frost-bitten turnip!”
Augustus Fumbleton, Esq., was also aware of the awful event, and confessed that he had now lost every earthly hope, and was fast falling away in flesh and figure.
But as he seemed to be enjoying himself as usual with an evening drive in the occasional company of a fast-dressing woman, who was said to be already married, his most intimate friends could see but little diminution in the rotundity of his form or the proverbial magnitude of his general appetite.
The “lady,” with whom Augustus Fumbleton, Esq., occasionally drove out, was said to bear the name of Redgill!
Phillip had gradually fallen in the social scale.
He was not attired so sumptuously or neatly as of yore.
He was said to be extremely “seedy” in habits and appearance, and frequently very short of cash.