At the court of St.
James's, they was all a doing my old business--all a goin three times
round the Cairawan, in the hold court-suits and properties. Elsewheres,
they was most of 'em ringin their little bells out of make-believes.
Everywheres, the sarser was a goin round. Magsman, the sarser is the
uniwersal Institution!"
I perceived, you understand, that he was soured by his misfortunes, and I
felt for Mr. Chops.
"As to Fat Ladies," he says, giving his head a tremendious one agin the
wall, "there's lots of _them_ in Society, and worse than the original.
_Hers_ was a outrage upon Taste--simply a outrage upon Taste--awakenin
contempt--carryin its own punishment in the form of a Indian." Here he
giv himself another tremendious one. "But _theirs_, Magsman, _theirs_ is
mercenary outrages. Lay in Cashmeer shawls, buy bracelets, strew 'em and
a lot of 'andsome fans and things about your rooms, let it be known that
you give away like water to all as come to admire, and the Fat Ladies
that don't exhibit for so much down upon the drum, will come from all the
pints of the compass to flock about you, whatever you are. They'll drill
holes in your 'art, Magsman, like a Cullender.
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