"For ever!—"
"Hooray! I said as how I'd have my rewenge!" cried the lad, and pulling the front of his straight hair, as an apology for a bow, he retreated from the room.
"What an escape!" soliloquized Wiggins—"Should n't I ha' bin properly hampered? that's all. No more insinniwating widows for me!—"
And so ended the Courtship of Mr. Wiggins.
SCENE XXII.
The Itinerant Musician.
The Itinerant Musician.
A WANDERING son of Apollo, with a shocking bad hat, encircled by a melancholy piece of rusty crape, and arrayed in garments that had once shone with renovated splendour in that mart of second-hand habiliments 'ycleped Monmouth-street, was affrighting the echoes of a fashionable street by blowing upon an old clarionet, and doing the 'Follow, hark!' of Weber the most palpable injustice.