'D——nation!' said Charley, whose patience could not stand such impudence at this.
'The gentleman, who, as we should have before said, is the eldest son of a man of large reputed fortune——'
'There—I knew he'd tell it.'
'Oh, but he hasn't told it,' said Norman.
'Doesn't the word 'reputed' tell it?'
'—The eldest son of a man of large reputed fortune, does at last marry the heroine; and then he discovers—But what he discovers, those who feel any interest in the matter may learn from the book itself; we must profess that we felt none.
'We will not say there is nothing in the work indicative of talent. The hero's valet, Jacob Brush, and the heroine's lady's-maid, Jacintha Pintail, are both humorous and good in their way. Why it should be so, we do not pretend to say; but it certainly does appear to us that Mr. Tudor is more at home in the servants' hall than in the lady's boudoir.'
'Abominable scoundrel!' said Charley.
'But what we must chiefly notice,' continued the article, 'in the furtherance of those views by which we profess that we are governed—'
'Now, I know, we are to have something very grandiloquent and very false,' said Charley.