4/30 It was one of the regular occasions on which we left our own side of the house, and joined the family at (what Mr.Finch called) "the pastor's evening meal." He had got his wife; he had got his eldest daughter; he had got your humble servant. A horrid smile of enjoyment overspread the reverend gentleman's face, as he surveyed us from the opposite end of the room, and opened his vocal fire on his audience of three. Francisco on his post" (Mr.Finch). "Enter to him Bernardo" (Mr.Finch). "Who's there ?" "Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself." (Mrs.Finch unfolds herself--she suckles the baby, and tries to look as if she was having an intellectual treat.) "Francisco and Bernardo converse in bass--Boom-boom-boom. |