“Mr. Mervale! sir!—leave me alone, sir!”
“‘And a merry old soul was he—‘”
“What an example to the servants!”
“‘And he called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl—‘”
“If you don’t behave yourself, sir, I shall call—”
“‘Call for his fiddlers three!’”
CHAPTER 5.III.
In der Welt weit
Aus der Einsamkeit
Wollen sie Dich locken.
—“Faust.”
(In the wide world, out of the solitude, will these allure thee.)
The next morning, at breakfast, Mrs. Mervale looked as if all the wrongs of injured woman sat upon her brow. Mr. Mervale seemed the picture of remorseful guilt and avenging bile. He said little, except to complain of headache, and to request the eggs to be removed from the table. Clarence Glyndon—impervious, unconscious, unailing, impenitent—was in noisy spirits, and talked for three.