the book of snobs-第17节

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and　have　at　everything　like　the　bull　in　the　china…shop。

They　mayn't　hear　of　what　is　going　on　in　their　absence；

and；　if　they　do　they　can't　bear　malice　for　six　months。

We　will　begin　to　make　it　up　with　them　about　next

February；　and　let　next　year　take　care　of　itself。　　We

shall　have　no　dinners　from　the　dinner…giving　Snobs：　no

more　from　the　ball…givers：　no　more　CONVERSAZIONES　（thank

Mussy！　as　Jeames　says；）　from　the　Conversaziones　Snob：　and

what　is　to　prevent　us　from　telling　the　truth？



The　snobbishness　of　Conversazione　Snobs　is　very　soon

disposed　of：　as　soon　as　that　cup　of　washy　bohea　is　handed

to　you　in　the　tea…room；　or　the　muddy　remnant　of　ice　that

you　grasp　in　the　suffocating　scuffle　of　the　assembly

upstairs。



Good　heavens！　　What　do　people　mean　by　going　there？　　What

is　done　there；　that　everybody　throngs　into　those　three

little　rooms？　　Was　the　Black　Hole　considered　to　be　an

agreeable　REUNION；　that　Britons　in　the　dog…days　here　seek

to　imitate　it？　　　After　being　rammed　to　a　jelly　in　a　door…

way　（where　you　feel　your　feet　going　through　Lady　Barbara

Macbeth's　lace　flounces；　and　get　a　look　from　that　haggard

and　painted　old　harpy；　compared　to　which　the　gaze　of

Ugolino　is　quite　cheerful）；　after　withdrawing　your　elbow

out　of　poor　gasping　Bob　Guttleton's　white　waistcoat；　from

which　cushion　it　was　impossible　to　remove　it；　though　you

knew　you　were　squeezing　poor　Bob　into　an　apoplexyyou

find　yourself　at　last　in　the　reception…room；　and　try　to

catch　the　eye　of　Mrs。　Botibol；　the　CONVERSAZIONE…giver。

When　you　catch　her　eye；　you　are　expected　to　grin；　and　she

smiles　too；　for　the　four　hundredth　time　that　night；　and；

if　she's　very　glad　to　see　you；　waggles　her　little　hand

before　her　face　as　if　to　blow　you　a　kiss；　as　the　phrase

is。



Why　the　deuce　should　Mrs。　Botibol　blow　me　a　kiss？　　I

wouldn't　kiss　her　for　the　world。　　Why　do　I　grin　when　I

see　her；　as　if　I　was　delighted？　　Am　I？　　I　don't　care　a

straw　for　Mrs。　Botibol。　　I　know　what　she　thinks　about　me。

I　know　what　she　said　about　my　last　volume　of　poems　（I　had

it　from　a　dear　mutual　friend）。　　Why；　I　say　in　a　word；　are

we　going　on　ogling　and　telegraphing　each　other　in　this

insane　way？

Because　we　are　both　performing　the　ceremonies　demanded　by

the　Great　Snob　Society；　whose　dictates　we　all　of　us　obey。



Well；　the　recognition　is　overmy　jaws　have　returned　to

their　usual　English　expression　of　subdued　agony　and

intense　gloom；　and　the　Botibol　is　grinning　and　kissing

her　fingers　to　somebody　else；　who　is　squeezing　through

the　aperture　by　which　we　have　just　entered。　　It　is　Lady

Ann　Clutterbuck；　who　has　her　Friday　evenings；　as　Botibol

（Botty；　we　call　her；）　has　Wednesdays。　　That　is　Miss

Clementina　Clutterbuck　the　cadaverous　young　woman　in

green；　with　florid　auburn　hair；　who　has　published　her

volume　of　poems　（'The　Death…Shriek；'　'Damiens；'　'The

Faggot　of　Joan　of　Arc；'　and　'Translations　from　the

German'　of　course）。　　The　conversazione…women　salute　each

other　calling　each　other　'My　dear　Lady　Ann'　and　'My　dear

good　Eliza；'　and　hating　each　other；　as　women　hate　who

give　parties　on　Wednesdays　and　Fridays。　　With

inexpressible　pain　dear　good　Eliza　sees　Ann　go　up　and

coax　and　wheedle　Abou　Gosh；　who　has　just　arrived　from

Syria；　and　beg　him　to　patronize　her　Fridays。



All　this　while；　amidst　the　crowd　and　the　scuffle；　and　a

perpetual　buzz　and　chatter；　and　the　flare　of　the　wax…

candles；　and　an　intolerable　smell　of　muskwhat　the　poor

Snobs　who　write　fashionable　romances　call　'the　gleam　of

gems；　the　odour　of　perfumes；　the　blaze　of　countless

lamps'a　scrubby…looking；　yellow…faced　foreigner；　with

cleaned　gloves；　is　warbling　inaudibly　in　a　corner；　to　the

accompaniment　of　another。　　'The　Great　Cacafogo；'　Mrs。

Botibol　whispers；　as　she　passes　you　by。　　'A　great

creature；　Thumpenstrumpff；　is　at　the　instrumentthe

Hetman　Platoff's　pianist；　you　know。'



To　hear　this　Cacafogo　and　Thumpenstrumpff；　a　hundred

people　are　gathered　togethera　bevy　of　dowagers；　stout

or　scraggy；　a　faint　sprinkling　of　misses；　six　moody…

looking　lords；　perfectly　meek　and　solemn；　wonderful

foreign　Counts；　with　bushy　whiskers　and　yellow　faces；　and

a　great　deal　of　dubious　jewellery；　young　dandies　with

slim　waists　and　open　necks；　and　self…satisfied　simpers；

and　flowers　in　their　buttons；　the　old；　stiff；　stout；

bald…headed　CONVERSAZIONE　ROUES；　whom

You　meet　everywherewho　never　miss　a　night　of　this

delicious　enjoyment；　the　three　last…caught　lions　of　the

seasonHiggs；　the　traveller；　Biggs；　the　novelist；　and

Toffey；　who　has　come　out　so　on　the　sugar　question；

Captain　Flash；　who　is　invited　on　account　of　his　pretty

wife　and　Lord　Ogleby；　who　goes　wherever　she　goes。



QUE　SCAIS…JE？　　Who　are　the　owners　of　all　those　showy

scarfs　and　white　neckcloths？Ask　little　Tom　Prig；　who　is

there　in　all　his　glory；　knows　everybody；　has　a　story

about　every　one；　and；　as　he　trips　home　to　his　lodgings　in

Jermyn　Street；　with　his　gibus…hat　and　his　little　glazed

pumps；　thinks　he　is　the　fashionablest　young　fellow　in

town；　and　that　he　really　has　passed　a　night　of　exquisite

enjoyment。



You　go　up　（with　our　usual　easy　elegance　of　manner）　and

talk　to　Miss　Smith　in　a　corner。　　'Oh；　Mr。　Snob；　I'm

afraid　you're　sadly　satirical。'



That's　all　she　says。　　If　you　say　it's　fine　weather；　she

bursts　out　laughing；　or　hint　that　it's　very　hot；　she　vows

you　are　the　drollest　wretch！　　Meanwhile　Mrs。　Botibol　is

simpering　on　fresh　arrivals；　the　individual　at　the　door

is　roaring　out　their　names；　poor　Cacafogo　is　quavering

away　in　the　music…room；　under　the　impression　that　he　will

be　LANCE　in　the　world　by　singing　inaudibly　here。　　And

what　a　blessing　it　is　to　squeeze　out　of　the　door；　and

into　the　street；　where　a　half…hundred　of　carriages　are　in

waiting；　and　where　the　link…boy；　with　that　unnecessary

lantern　of　his；　pounces　upon　all　who　issue　out；　and　will

insist　upon　getting　your　noble　honour's　lordship's　cab。



And　to　think　that　there　are　people　who；　after　having

been　to　Botibol　on　Wednesday；　will　go　to　Clutterbuck

on　Friday！







CHAPTER　XIX



DINING…OUT　SNOBS



In　England　Dinner…giving　Snobs　occupy　a　very　important

place　in　society；　and　the　task　of　describing　them　is

tremendous。　　There　was　a　time　in　my　life　when　the

consciousness　of　having　eaten　a　man's　salt　rendered　me

dumb　regarding　his　demerits；　and　I　thought　it　a　wicked

act　and　a　breach　of　hospitality　to　speak　ill　of　him。



But　why　should　a　saddle…of…mutton　blind　you；　or　a　turbot

and　lobster…sauce　shut　your　mouth　for　ever？　　With

advancing　age；　men　see　their　duties　more　clearly。　　I　am

not　to　be　hoodwinked　any　longer　by　a　slice　of　venison；　be

it　ever　so　fat；　and　as　for　being　dumb　on　account　of

turbot　and　lobster…sauceof　course　I　am；　good　manners

ordain　that　I　should　be　so；　until　I　have　swallowed　the

compoundbut　not　afterwards；　directly　the　victuals　are

discussed；　and　John　takes　away　the　plate；　my　tongue

begins　to　wag。　　Does　not　yours；　if　you　have　a　pleasant

neighbour？a　lovely　creature；　say；　of　some　five…and…

thirty；　whose　daughters　have　not　yet　quite　come　outthey

are　the　best　talkers。　　As　for　your　young　misses；　they　are

only　put　about　the　table　to　look　atlike　the　flowers　in

the　centre…piece。　　Their　blushing　youth　and　natural

modesty　preclude　them　from　easy；　confidential；

conversational　ABANDON　which　forms　the　delight　of　the

intercourse　with　their　dear　mothers。　　It　is　to　these；　if

he　would　prosper　in　his　profession；　that　the　Dining…out

Snob　should　address　himself。　　Suppose　you　sit　next　to　one

of　these；　how　pleasant　it　is；　in　the　intervals　of　the

banquet；　actually　to　abuse　the　victuals　and　the　giver　of

the　entertainment！　　It's　twice　as　PIQUANT　to　make　fun　of

a　man　under　his　very　nose。



'What　IS　a　Dinner…giving　Snob？'　some　innocent　youth；　who

is　not　REPANDU　in　the　world；　may　askor　some　simple

reader　who　has　not　the　benefits　of　London　experience。



My　dear　sir；　I　will　show　younot　all；　for　that　is

impossiblebut　several　kinds　of　Dinner…giving　Snobs。

For　instance；　suppose　you；　in　the　middle　rank　of　life；

accustomed　to　Mutton；　roast　on　Tuesday；　cold　on

Wednesday；　hashed　on　Thursday；　&c。；　with　small　means　and

a　small　establishment；　choose　to　waste　the　former　and　set

the　latter　topsy…turvy　by　giving　entertainments

unnaturally　costlyyou　come　into　the　Dinner…giving　Snob

class　at　once。　　Suppose　you　get　in　cheap…made　dishes　from

the　pastrycook's；　and　hire　a　couple　of　greengrocers；　or

carpet…beaters；　to　figure　as　footmen；　dismissing　honest

Molly；　who　waits　on　common　days；　and　bedizening　your

table　（ordinarily　ornamented　with　willow…pattern

crockery）　with　twopenny…halfpenny　Birmingham　plate。

Suppose　you　pretend　to　be　richer　and　grander　than　you

ought　to　beyou　are　a　Dinner…giving　Snob。　　And　oh；　I

tremble　to　think　how　many　and　many　a　one　will　read　this！



A　man　who　entertains　in　this　wayand；　alas；　how　few　do

not！is　like　a　fellow　who　would　borrow　his　neighbour's

coat　to　make　a　show　in；　o