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CARRIAGES AT HALF-PAST TEN "Why carriages ?" asked Mr.Bossom.
"It's the usual thing," answered Mr.Mortimer.
"You bet it isn't, at Tizzer's Green.

Well, the first job is breakfast, an' after breakfast we'll get Old Jubilee round by the footbridge an' make shift to borrow a cart down at Ibbetson's, for the scenery.
You didn' forget the bacon ?" Mr.Mortimer unwrapped a parcel of greasy paper and exhibited six slices.
"A Baconian--O, Shakespeare, forgive!" He said this in a highly jocular manner, and accompanied it with a wink at Tilda, who did not understand the allusion.

But again she felt the child's hand thrill and tremble, and turned about, eyeing him curiously.

Her movement drew upon him the Mortimerian flow, ever ebullient and ever by trifles easily deflected.
"Yes, Arthur Miles--if I may trouble you to pass it down to the cook's galley--thank you; these eggs too--be careful of them--Yes, we are bound for Stratford-on-Avon, Shakespeare's birthplace!" Again he lifted and replaced his hat.

"Enviable boy! What would young Stanislas Mortimer not have given at your age to set eyes on that Mecca! Yet, perchance, he may claim that he comes, though late, as no unworthy votary.
A Passionate Pilgrim, shall we say?
Believe me, it is in the light of a pilgrimage that I regard this--er--jaunt.