Regatta At Argenteuil

marching him constantly up and down by the collar (as if he had been taking too much laudanum), she, at those times, shook him, rumpled his hair, made light of his linen, stopped his ears as if she confounded them with her own, and otherwise tousled and maltreated him. This was in part confirmed by his aunt, who saw him at half past twelve o'clock, soon after his release, and affirmed that he was then as red as I was. ¡¡¡¡The mild Mr. Chillip could not possibly bear malice at such a time, if at any time. He sidled into the parlour as soon as he was at liberty, and said to my aunt in his meekest manner: ¡¡¡¡'Well,
a'am, I am happy to congratulate you.' ¡¡¡¡'What upon?' said my aunt, sharply. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Chillip was fluttered again, by the extreme severity of my aunt's manner; so he made her a little bow and gave her a little smile, to mollify her. ¡¡¡¡'Mercy on the man, what's he doing!' cried my aunt, impatiently. 'Can't he speak?'