The Parent's Assistant Part 21

_Landlady's Parlour_

_Landlady_--MR. FINSBURY, _a man-milliner, with bandboxes--a fancy cap, or helmet, with feathers, in the Landlady's hand--a satin bag, covered with gold netting, in the man-milliner's hand--a mantle hanging over his arm. A rough-looking Farmer is sitting with his back towards them, eating bread and cheese, and reading a newspaper._

_Landlady._ Well, this, to be sure, will be the best-dressed Montem that ever was seen at Eton; and you Lon'on gentlemen have the most fas.h.i.+onablest notions; and this is the most elegantest fancy cap----

_Finsbury._ Why, as you observe, ma'm, that is the most elegant fancy cap of them all. That is Mr. Hector Hogmorton's fancy cap, ma'm; and here, ma'm, is Mr. Saul's rich satin bag, covered with gold net. He is college salt-bearer, I understand, and has a prodigious superb white and gold dress. But, in my humble opinion, ma'm, the marshal's white and purple and orange fancy-dress, trimmed with silver, will bear the bell; though, indeed, I shouldn't say that,--for the colonel's and lieutenant's, and ensign's, are beautiful in the extreme. And, to be sure, nothing could be better imagined than Mr. Marlborough's lilac and silver, with a Roman cap. And it must be allowed that nothing in nature can have a better effect than Mr. Drake's flesh-colour and blue, with this Spanish hat, ma'm, you see.

(_The Farmer looks over his shoulder from time to time during this speech, with contempt._)

_Farmer_ (_reads the newspaper_). French fleet at sea--Hum!

_Landlady._ O gemini: Mr. Drake's Spanish hat is the sweetest, tastiest thing! Mr. Finsbury, I protest----

_Finsb._ Why, _ma'm_, I knew a lady of your taste couldn't but approve of it. My own invention entirely, ma'm. But it's nothing to the captain's cap, ma'm. Indeed, ma'm, Mr. Wheeler, the captain that is to be, has the prettiest taste in dress. To be sure, his sandals were my suggestion; but the mantle he has the entire credit of, to do him justice; and when you see it, ma'm, you will be really surprised; for (for contrast and elegance, and richness, and lightness, and propriety, and effect, and costume) you've never yet seen anything at all to be compared to Captain Wheeler's mantle, ma'm.

_Farmer_ (_to the Landlady_). Why, now, pray, Mrs. Landlady, how long may it have been the fas.h.i.+on for milliners to go about in men's clothes?

_Landlady_ (_aside to Farmer_). Lord, Mr. Hearty, hus.h.!.+ This is Mr.

Finsbury, the great man-milliner.

_Farm._ The great man-milliner! This is a sight I never thought to see in Old England.

_Finsb._ (_packing up bandboxes_). Well, ma'm, I'm glad I have your approbation. It has ever been my study to please the ladies.

_Farm._ (_throws a fancy mantle over his frieze coat_). And is this the way to please the ladies, Mrs. Landlady, nowadays?

_Finsb._ (_taking off the mantle_). Sir, with your leave--I ask pardon--but the least thing detriments these tender colours; and as you have just been eating cheese with your hands----

_Farm._ 'Tis my way to eat cheese with my mouth, man.

_Finsb._ _Man!_

_Farm._ I ask pardon--man-milliner, I mean.

_Enter_ LANDLORD.

_Landlord._ Why, wife!

_Landlady._ Wife!

_Landlord._ I ask pardon--Mrs. Newington I mean. Do you know who them ladies are that you have been and turned out of the Dolphin?

_Landlady_ (_alarmed_). Not I, indeed. Who are they, pray? Why, if they are quality it's no fault of mine. It is their own fault for coming, like scrubs, without four horses. Why, if quality will travel the road this way, incognito, how can they expect to be known and treated as quality? 'Tis no fault of mine. Why didn't you find out sooner who they were, Mr. Newington? What else in the 'versal world have you to do, but to go basking about in the yards and places with your tankard in your hand, from morning till night? What have you else to ruminate, all day long, but to find out who's who, I say?

_Farm._ Clapper! clapper! clapper! like my mill in a high wind, landlord. Clapper! clapper! clapper!--enough to stun a body.

_Landlord._ That is not used to it; but use is all, they say.

_Landlady._ Will you answer me, Mr. Newington? Who are the grandees that were in the Dolphin?--and what's become _on_ them?

_Landlord._ Grandees was your own word, wife. They be not to call grandees; but I reckon you'd be sorry not to treat 'em civil, when I tell you their name is Talbot, mother and sister to our young Talbot of Eton; he that paid me so handsome for the hunter this very morning.

_Landlady._ Mercy! is that all? What a combustion for nothing in life!

_Finsb._ For nothing in life, as you say, ma'm; that is, nothing in high life, I'm sure, ma'm; nay, I dare a'most venture to swear. Would you believe it, Mr. Talbot is one of the few young gentlemen of Eton that has not bespoke from me a fancy-dress for this grand Montem?

_Landlady._ There, Mr. Newington; there's your Talbot for you! and there's your grandees! Oh, trust me, I know your scrubs at first sight.

_Landlord._ Scrubs, I don't, nor can't, nor won't call them that pay their debts honestly. Scrubs, I don't, nor won't, nor can't call them that behave as handsome as young Mr. Talbot did here to me this morning about the hunter. A scrub he is not, wife. Fancy-dress or no fancy-dress, Mr. Finsbury, this young gentleman is no scrub.

_Finsb._ Dear me! 'Twas not I said _scrub_. Did I say scrub?

_Farm._ No matter if you did.

_Finsb._ No matter, certainly; and yet it is a matter; for I'm confident I wouldn't for the world leave it in any one's power to say that I said--that I called--any young gentleman of Eton a _scrub_! Why, you know, sir, it might breed a riot!

_Farm._ And a pretty figure you'd make in a riot!

_Landlady._ Pray let me hear nothing about riots in my house.

_Farm._ Nor about scrubs.

_Finsb._ But I beg leave to explain, gentlemen. All I ventured to remark or suggest was, that as there was some talk of Mr. Talbot's being captain to-morrow, I didn't conceive how he could well appear without any dress. That was all, upon my word and honour. A good morning to you, gentlemen; it is time for me to be off. Mrs. Newington, you were so obliging as to promise to accommodate me with a return chaise as far as Eton.

(_Finsbury bows and exit._)

_Farm._ A good day to you and your bandboxes. There's a fellow for you now! Ha! ha! ha!--A man-milliner, forsooth!

_Landlord._ Mrs. Talbot's coming--stand back.

_Landlady._ Lord! why does Bob show them through this way?

_Enter_ MRS. TALBOT, _leaning on_ LOUISA; _Waiter showing the way._

_Landlady._ You are going on, I suppose, ma'am?

_Waiter_ (_aside to Landlord_). Not if she could help it; but there's no beds, since Mr. Bursal and Miss Bursal's come.

_Landlord._ I say nothing, for it is vain to say more. But isn't it a pity she can't stay for the Montem, poor old lady! Her son--as good and fine a lad as ever you saw--they say, has a chance, too, of being captain. She may never live to see another such a sight.

(_As Mrs. Talbot walks slowly on, the Farmer puts himself across her way, so as to stop her short._)

_Farm._ No offence, madam, I hope; but I have a good snug farmhouse, not far off hand; and if so be you'd be so good to take a night's lodging, you and the young lady with you, you'd have a hearty welcome. That's all I can say; and you'd make my wife very happy; for she's a good woman, to say nothing of myself.

_Landlord._ If I may be so bold to put in my word, madam, you'd have as good beds, and be as well lodged, with Farmer Hearty, as in e'er a house at Salt Hill.

_Mrs. Talb._ I am very much obliged----

_Farm._ Oh, say nothing o' that, madam. I am sure I shall be as much obliged if you do come. Do, miss, speak for me.