Ishmael, or In The Depths - Page 74/567

"So you know all about it, after all? How did you find out?"

"Never mind how; you'll find out how I knew it when you hear the bride's

name," laughed Nora.

"But I have hearn the bride's name; and a rum un it is, too! Lady, Lady

Hoist? no! Hurl? no! Hurt? yes, that is it! Lady Hurt-me-so, that's the

name of the lady he's done married!" said the old woman confidently.

"Ha, ha, ha! I tell you what, Hannah, she has had too much wine, and it

has got into her poor old head!" laughed Nora, laying her hand

caressingly upon the red-cotton handkerchief that covered the gray hair

of the gossip.

"No, it aint, nuther! I never drunk the half of what you gin me! I put

it up there on the mantel, and kivered it over with the brass

candlestick, to keep till I go to bed. No, indeed! my head-piece is as

clear as a bell!" said the old woman, nodding.

"But what put it in there, then, that Mr. Herman Brudenell has married a

lady with a ridiculous name?" laughed Nora.

"Acause he have, honey! which I would a-told you all about it ef you

hadn't a-kept on, and kept on, and kept on interrupting of me!"

"Nora," said Hannah, speaking for the first time in many minutes, and

looking very grave, "she has something to tell, and we had better let

her tell it."

"Very well, then! I'm agreed! Go on, Mrs. Jones!"

"Hem-m-m!" began Mrs. Jones, loudly clearing her throat. "Now I'll tell

you, jest as I got it, this arternoon, first from Uncle Jovial, and then

from Mrs. Spicer, and then from Madam Brudenell herself, and last of all

from my own precious eyesight! 'Pears like Mr. Herman Brudenell fell in

long o' this Lady Hurl-my-soul--Hurt-me-so, I mean,--while he was out

yonder in forring parts. And 'pears she was a very great lady indeed,

and a beautiful young widder besides. So she and Mr. Brudenell, they

fell in love long of each other. But law, you see her kinfolks was

bitter agin her a-marrying of him--which they called him a commoner, as

isn't true, you know, 'cause he is not one of the common sort at

all--though I s'pose they being so high, looked down upon him as sich.

Well, anyways, they was as bitter against her marrying of him, as his

kinsfolks would be agin him a-marrying of you. And, to be sure, being of

a widder, she a-done as she pleased, only she didn't want to give no

offense to her old father, who was very rich and very proud of her, who

was his onliest child he ever had in the world; so to make a long

rigamarole short, they runned away, so they did, Mr. Brudenell and her,

and they got married private, and never let the old man know it long as

ever he lived--"