Anyway, I open up the envelope and sure enough, two of the smoothest horse testicles I've ever seen to add to my collection. So it was really quite special. Welcome to episode number 23 of the Marty and Michael podcast. We have a fully actual listen of the Fox. We bought a bum alive. We bought a bum. We bought a bum. Last week was what the fuck? I don't even know. I was no, I didn't even get.    Oh, that's right. I saw I saw my brother and my guess. Tell him what your grandson or what's the called the grand kid thing. My nephew. Yeah.  So Michael's left a quite an impression on Will. I can't believe he's allowed and then I struck him and said, no, no. And yeah, we'll see. Yeah. Yeah. Well, for his birthday, which is what, in three weeks? Yeah. He wants to he wants to hang out with me. I'll buy my screen, take him down the park. How about you? I can't remember like three days ago. And you're just bleeding from the nose. My memory is fucked. We have got we're going to get Alzheimer's. Yeah. Oh, yeah. I know early onset. Some people get it in there. I want to talk about that. All right, ten years of brain. You watch some UFC on Sunday. Oh, yeah, that was yeah. I'm getting into this sport. I can see what your boys see it. I see it.  You need some repairs. Oh, I broke it. Yes, I got it.  Pretty much a memory. You are. Yeah. Matt Brown, because he never drinks. But I did have some beers on the weekend. I have been drinking again. And I've had marijuana for the first time two weeks today. And we started smoking a bit of meth. So yeah, well, you know, a bit up, a bit up, a bit down. Oh, keep me saying, stay on the line. Stay on the line. Anybody here? Anybody home? And then it gets sad. And then it gets sad. Yeah, it gets too much. Hello, anybody there? Where am I? I cannot see. He sound like German again. I cannot see where. And you know, dark room, I cannot see. Nothing but darkness, soft falling. It sounds like the lady from the first ever prank all we did on Greg. Oh, yeah, what was her name again? Oh, Atalia or something. No, Atia, Atala. I have a little girl. My name is Afia. Oh, no, it was so good. He was crazy. Like, all the kids was crazy. I'd love to be able to do that again to Greg. But he's onto us now.   He can't funny getting near him. He's always looking over his shoulder. Michael, can you explain the lantern? What's there? Where'd it come from?  I don't think. Well, it's just appeared on the table. Oh. No, we are not allowed to talk about that, man. This is fucking. She's upstairs in the spare room. And I decided to get it because we're going to do like her. I think it was first got here from the early settlers left it here, so I left it upstairs. And there's one of the very first houses ever made ever in all of time, this one. And so this must have been left here by one of the builders I thought. The stables are clean, my lord. Is there anything else you want me to do? Ah, I'm not liked. Ah! Shit, I broke it. Oh, well, we'll find you. No, that's fucked. Moving along. I really liked that. Anyway, Matt got here. What time was it? Eight hours ago, nine hours ago. And started, he'd already had half of them the on this day's done. And yeah, he put in a solid nine hours of sort of really intense work. And handed me some, again, some pretty impressive on this day's. If these are all true again, it makes me think about these people very differently. And it should do to you all listening to this as well. It should change your mind about people in the world because this is insane. This is crazy. He's just so journalism. Matt is just so journalism. You know what I mean? He's able to just always hone in. He just covers real weird issues.   Look at that, Matt. Look at me. Look at me when I do it. Show him the little clang-clang. You're looking down. Look at me. Yeah, I like that. Show him the clang-clang. You got a good angle. That's mesmerizing. He's fucking, that's how he does spells. I wake up doing this sometimes and you do that with your body. Imagine your whole body making that motion. Chicks could probably do that. Really good gymnasts, pardon? Anyway, so it's really good on these days. On this day in 1997, Beyonce was on a flight when one of the windows of the plane shattered. The plane was due to make an emergency landing when Beyonce jumped into action and plugged the broken window by feeding both of her tits into the hole. Her tits were too big, but with some assistance of some of the other passengers, they managed to slam her tits through the window to create an airtight seal.     Her tits must be huge. The plane window is very small. I must have taken a lot of force. A lot of force. You can picture it. It's not in any way sexual. It's quite horrific to picture. I'm picturing three large men running at her, shouldering into her at the same time, trying to thrust her tits through the hole. The plane's going down. They're rushing and they're urgent. Your tits can be sacrificed for the greater good. He would have taken layers of skin off for sure. For sure would have shredded her tits in doing that, but she saved lives. You got to respect her. I didn't know that about Beyonce. Beyonce, if you hear this, I think she has listened to the show before. Well done.  Matt.   Just okay. You know that when you're playing the basketball game at arcade place? You know when you're playing the arcade game, basketball, short sort of range, and then it goes at the end and you can get three's, or once you get in it says three, I can't do it. Imagine that, and Matt's going to do it because he's the voice over for it. Ready? Three. Oh, that makes me horny. It sounds just like... Well, the arcades that we go to, it sounds just like boys. Three.  The monstrous act took place at Venice Beach as Horrified Onlookers began to panic and leave. Some people stayed and watched the entire ordeal and said afterwards that he was that he was chasing the pelicans all morning and finally got a hold of one.   The pelican was put down at the vet after an x-ray revealed that it's guts were all tangled and ripped up. Ripped up. That's real. He's a bad guy, really. Who is he? I've never heard him before. He's a WWE wrestler.  You can't see me.  I challenge you to a duel. That is disgusting, baby. John Cena. At least when you do it, it's dead. We have a story here to tell. It's fucked. Do you remember it? Oh, yeah.  We went out on the Gold Coast one night, and at the very end of the night, we just met these other two dudes. He gave us free pot. He went to the beach and smoked weed. The sun was coming up, and we were just hanging out with these four guys.  There's a lot of suns coming up. There's more and more people. 50 to 100 people there, and people are just trying to enjoy the nice sunset directly in front of them. Sunrise. I noticed there's a dead seagull there. One that's just not moving. Marty, no.  But then I thought I'd pretend to run and scare them, and then pretend like I've caught one so that's what I did. I got up and started running up to the seagulls. All the seagulls flew away, and there's like 100 people trying to enjoy the sunset.  And I'm greening out. Meanwhile, vomiting everywhere.  Half-ass pelican. Seagull. Oh, God, that was a funny morning, dude. Yeah, that was a good time. On Wednesday. Yeah, God. On this day in 2007, Reese Witherspoon suffered from excessive dangleberries.  Is that right, man? Dangleberries, dingleberries, many times for it, but that's what it is. Anyway, in 2007, Reese Witherspoon suffered from excessive dangleberries.  And kind of flicking them away at the park with her kids.   Wow, so I didn't know that was a thing. Interesting.  That paints a really graphic image. Like grabbing the dangleberries with a pair of tongs and flicking them towards the kids. Kind of. Very casually. It's legally blonde. So fucking... Yeah, that's crazy.  That's a thing. That's sort of cool. Henry might have that. He has daddy long legs nests. Yeah, it's not quite... They're not so wiry. They're more just like... Like... On this day in 2004 Steve Irwin was charged with animal cruelty after footage was leaked of him footy passing rats into a thick wall. The footage showed Terry handing him the rats and Steve grabbing the rat, sprinting straight, hard step out on the left foot and then with a tight spiral pass would pass the rat directly into the centre of a target he had drawn on the wall.   Is that why Bindi's like that? Yeah, I think that's why Bindi like... Yeah, he's like that. Hahaha She does that all the time. Yeah, she does do that.  Bobby Bob.  I enjoyed those ones. Well done, Matt. That was pretty hot.   Give me a three.  Three! The title of this podcast is going to be Matt Says Three. Oh, that would have hurt. It's the name of the next segment and it's a segment where we just answer questions that you lot have sent in via Instagram. Jackson's messaged me. Let's see what he has to say. He messaged me as well. He sent me a comma. He sent me an ant signal. That's how Jackson talks to us. Yeah, it's how we all talk to each other really. It's just nonsense. It makes no sense, but yeah, very good. That was quality. He's really said a lot.  Shit, man. I'm going to get Michael today. Yes, Matt has a toy gun with one bullet and he aims it at us and it's so hot when he does it. I just want to lie in it. I want to spit on it. We're going to get to questions.  Ring ring worm. Ring ring worm, man. Ring ring worm, man. You know what I mean? Shit. I've got fire. I've got a lit in a room.  He's getting nervous. He's getting real nervous about it. Stop! I'm trying to burn his fingers, but he's got my wrist. Maybe that could be stunt time. But you take it. I always have to do the hard ones. Okay, here we go. I'm going to try and read now. I'm very... Imelibun! Imelibun! Imelibun! What are your top three favorite songs and also can you greet me because today is my birthday into you greeted by both of you. It's one of the best things that will ever happen to me. Happy birthday! Imelibun! Happy birthday, dude.  God damn, that's hard.  That's like picking... Top... Three favorite songs. Man, that is hard. See what's happening. Hey, Hey, My, My by Neil Young is one for sure.  Where do you go from there? It's too hard to think. Oh, Warpigs by... Warpigs by Black Sabbath.    I'll cancel that. Yeah, it is catchy, but it's not the top three favorites ever. No, it is. That's it. That should... Ticket to ride by the Beatles is pretty ringworm. Yeah, I can't even...  We're pretty hymns right now, so it's hard to think. I don't know. That is my answer. Food fighter song? What's your favorite food fighter song? Yeah, I can't pick one. Monkey wrench. And it's constantly... Constantly changing, you know? Everlong. Everlong, yeah. Everyone's favorite. Everlong. My favorite song, though, apart from Everlong, is Run. You heard Run? Yeah, Run. That's not their best. It's good! I like the ballad of the Beaconsfield miners. Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo. Yeah. It's so collapsing. Have you guys heard that story of how that came to be? Yeah, because they listened to them when they were down. Yeah, when they were trapped in the mine, and they were saying, what music do you want? They were giving them iPods, and they were like, Oh, give us food fighters music. No, they got drunk. He got drunk with one of the miners, and he promised him, when they were drunk, that he would put a song in on their next album for them. Yeah, well, they listened to it. Yeah, and then Dave got really excited about that, and said, you can come to my show. They had some sex? Yeah, they had sex, yeah. Hard sex. Hard sex, Dave Grohl! And Miner! Dude! That sounds bad, if you think about it. Miner. I see, the child! Three! Oh, my God! I want to do that for the rest of my life with you, Matt. From this moment forth, let it be known that three will be sent. Could you say that? He does it well, he does it good as well.  So, messing is done worldwide. I was wondering what you guys do with your car seats. Mattresses, sofas, after you get them wet. Do you just leave them as is? Don't they get stinky? Car seats, yeah, fuck! I have no respect for my car. Or your car! We don't care about each other's cars. Yeah, we don't really... The only thing... The cars! The only thing is when the mattress, when there's anything on mattresses, yeah, we put the mattresses outside. We're not here going, oh yeah.  Okay, I've got a confession.  I like a spark! It's a spark from you! Okay. I've got into a... This is so fucked. So, sometime...  Great mattresses. I would love a new one, please, because mine's pretty fucked. So, yeah, I've had a big night. I can't lift it down these stairs no more.  So, I've come up with this new technique where I open the windows and then I get high powered fans. And I place them down on the piss. And by like three hours time, it's evaporated somehow. Oh, it was very science. Yeah, very sciencey. Using very science skills to be solved big problem. Big problem, man. Big science skills to do that. Wait, wait, my mat! Three! Oh, that's fine. And, yeah, what's the other couches and shit? Again, the couches. You don't care about them.  They're just items. Yeah, you let them dry somewhere. Let it sit in the sun for a bit and then drag it back inside. Duster of a wooden paddle. Really? Yeah. Damn it. Yeah, he's asked and his Instagram is what's our favorite fast food chain and have you ever held a koala? I don't think I've held a koala. Yeah, I think I have for sure. Maybe when I was a little girl. But then fast food, fuck, that's a tough one. Oh. Like, it's grilled fast food?  Yeah, okay.  And of all of the in Australia. That would be your favorite. Overseas as well? Nah, I go Macs over Dominoes. I love pizza. We had Taco Bell the other day.  It was pretty bad.  Why do I want to get the plastic onto our foods? It was disgusting. Okay, next one's from, you described that name. Alishiradria. Alishiradria. That was pretty good. Is it possible to block the hole in the ozone layer with concrete? If yes, where do we get the amount of concrete from? Matt? I think yes, but the biggest problem, and you're going to have to talk to someone who's in that area is getting a pump. Yeah. Pump it up there. And then also you're going to hold it up there. Like, wait for it to set. Be very, very difficult. But like you could do it.  Like a couple of slabs of beer there. A two day bottle of tea. Oh, it was lovely. But fucked. Okay, now this one's from Eddie Kitchen Done.  Oh. Is my dad unconscious? No.   So sorry. Not because it was that or you.  Good, I want you to think this. Next one's from Chunkylovin underscore 95.  What? That's pretty cute.  Um, the first one? Sounds nice. Yeah, it's like kinky sex. What is it? Slap and tickle, giggle and tickle. What are you just slapping a tickle? Two tickles and then a tickle. Yeah, probably that is to keep it clean and there's no rape there.  Judge Judy's back.  Freeze the shitted killer. Yeah, it goes straight through her. Ralph Jinx or Ralph underscore tattoos. How many days have you been the best? Also according to science apparently both helped with the invention of gravity and that spastic Stephen Hawking spelled his name wrong and it's Stephen Hawking's spastic mate, he's God. Robbed the whole story from you. Can you shed some light in this? Is it true and are you actually the true creators of gravity? No, but we... Look, yeah, it's a common misconception that some of Stephen Hawking's work was actually done by us and he just took credit for it. It's not true.  You know what I mean? He would never do that to us, we'd never do that to him and yeah, we just both wanted the same thing.  I was his carer for a couple months.  What is time come? Do you know what I mean?  Wow, those claps.     Sound coming. He's going to bounce them off walls.  That is the meaning of life. All right. And how many days have you been the best? I think we're best from... Pretty close to the beginning. No, 23. You know, I don't know. No, days. Oh, how many days? Yeah, 400 days. Oh, but there was a period in the middle. Maybe like 300 days. Yeah, true. I'd agree with that. All right, next one's from Chris and he's asked what has been the worst situation you have been in, I think? Worst situation? We've been arrested a few times and it's never nice or find or like when cops rock up or when people get angry like back when we used to do social experiments if someone would like get aggressive. Is someone trying to kill me once?   Sometimes when you got that thumbtack we got pretty scared. Yeah, some of the injuries sometimes. Fuck, we shouldn't do that.  The best part about the thumbtack was like, I've got a thumbtack stuck in my hand and she's like, how did you do it? Yeah, and then I told her thinking that she would find it funny but none of the stuff, none of the stuff. Oh, they weren't keen on you?  And the next part of the question says what motivates you to put yourselves through it? We made people laugh doing that. Yeah, yeah, it's funny.  Yeah, it's funny. Because there's a greater good that we're about and that's Stephen. And that's what we're about, you know what I mean?   Stuff that we can't put on, we would get our channel deleted immediately.  Yeah, I've had a vomler Marty, I've shattered the ground. We've had some people vomit it everywhere. Yeah, but we know in ourselves that we're just having a laugh. Yeah, we're just having a laugh with the boys. I had a Google of you guys the other day and I was actually going to Google our Marty and Michael scientists to see if anyone was actually asking that question. But before, you know, Google corrects your question and just came up with our Marty and Michael a couple. Oh, really? We've got so many questions about that. So many people have asked that. Yeah, and so many messages. Jacob Scott Dickerson, do you arcane the forecan or do you should can for the can? Just got to know.  Very good.  So people have caught on. That's all we do.  Just a word like when or where. Or when is how. Yeah, it started out with is this a video? And then it went to was this film? Yeah. And then it just went up. Come up with Jackson. And then you have it. We can't get any done.  What's the saying? Less is more. Yeah, exactly. It applies in that scenario. Three. And last one. This is for Marco de Rocha. He's asked. The ox asked.    This is for your wife Shannon. She's a massive fan and has admitted to having some very interesting dreams about you guys. But we just got a shout out because he wants us to. Oh yeah, Jackson sent me. So this person has messaged Jackson and been like, oh good morning. I met you last weekend at the Cancun event. The date was and just the message goes on and then Jackson says underneath.  They've been calling and texting me all week. He's signed to do that. They're both like, you can pull out always. You don't need to come before. He's in Mexico and he signs like a Mexican bear knuckle. I don't know. He's been like a legit MMA event. So I imagine it wouldn't have been like a Shannon. Shannon. Shannon. Shaw. Shannon. Three. You get the best high-pitched tone at the end. Three. Mine's strange from cigarettes. Me. And cock. Cuck. Cuck has destroyed our boys. Cuck. The name of the next segment is three. We unbox things, you slags of sense in the P.A. box. Just written right here if you want to send us something. We will open it.  Whatever you want to send.  I send him card. And then I'll read the card and your business gets exposure. So send us cards and anything of that nature. I love my presies. I love my presies. Anyway, this is the first. Be careful.  You can't just put your hand in like that. This is a child. This is beautiful. You send something nice. I can't read. Alcohol wipes. Stay COVID safe boss. That's so sweet. And the letter. Hey boss, it's your boy Taylor here. Letting you know that I love you. Keep up your good work. I see you guys around our area sometimes. I'm so keen to meet you one day.   I'm in a band. RAA RAA We are releasing a new single slash music video soon. I'd be really love you guys could check us out. It would mean a lot. We are a team band, local in Brisbane. Our first single be my friend. Second single coming soon. And their Instagram is at RAA band. So RAA B-A-N-D. Let's follow him right now. Yeah, we're gonna have a lot of follow you right gonna have a watch after the bloody podcast is done Thank you very much tally. Oh Thanks, man, we're going to see his band soon bra band. All right next one is a parcel.  It's a bomb.  It's scary even yelling at bomb in your own home.  It smells like anthrax. It smells exactly like anthrax It's already too late. If you can smell it you're fucked. Yeah, it stays in your lungs for 15 weeks.     It's like a trampoline. Watch this boy. There goes the cock Let's try the other way no boy Having an erection and falling straightforward and not using your arms to to break your fall Dude, that's a website.    Yeah, dude. It would hurt.   I don't remember anything. Yeah, remember guys go to our twitch, which is 14 14 mighty Michael somewhere on twitch. I think that's it's yeah, Marty and Michael or 14 Open it up and see let's play flip the cock.  That's feeling the base of the cock His other hand is touching the knob.  It is released from the plastic. Matthew pumps it in his hand Oh, he looks confused. He sips forward.   This will be the Jesus. No, you don't need it This will be the 15-second promo club.  How did you do it so well you freak? It's because you are the voice over of three. He cannot miss.   Yeah stunt time is you gotta try and click it on in my forehead Like the cock gets real tense.  We're gonna hide it.    They could be a new song on our album We need it. Yeah, we can't just do disco dance. There has to be like our whole series Actually Greggy Shelton's been writing a full-on Musical script for that. Oh really? Yeah words and everything. He's he's working on I love him such a legend He's a member of the website also a member of the website very funny man Well, yeah, I am next segment is cool And this is a segment where we just do a prank call and Yeah, we're pretty excited about this one. Mmm. Yeah, so yeah, no, it's great.    He's send them a bill.    What did I just say nine five two five?  It's in Sandgate Hills, isn't it?   I'm sorry I'm sorry to Domino's.   Yeah, like oh My dress. Yeah, that's what you were. Yeah, that's definitely how he would have perceived it was just some slang done by Oh, I just saw my dad. Oh Has come to visit why and Yeah, it's it's all right if you think about it being Be yeah, yeah, you're right. That's a unique way to look at things Michael come back next week Where we discuss the Himalayan rock salt effect on artifacts we are the best the best


Chapter 22 of Dombie and Son. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Dombie and Son by Charles Dickens. Recording by Cynthia Lyons. Chapter 22. A Trifle of Management by Mr. Carker, the manager. Mr. Carker, the manager, sat at his desk, smooth and soft as usual, reading those letters which will reserve for him to open, backing them occasionally with such memoranda and references as their business purport required, and parceling them out into little heaps for distribution through the several departments of the house. The post had come in heavy that morning, and Mr. Carker, the manager, had a good deal to do. The general action of a man so engaged, pausing to look over a bundle of papers in his hand, dealing them round in various portions, taking up another bundle and examining its contents with knitted brows and pursed-out lips, dealing and sorting and pondering by turns, would easily suggest some whimsical resemblance to a player at cards. The face of Mr. Carker, the manager, was in good keeping with such a fancy. It was the face of a man who studied his play warily, who made himself master of all the strong and weak points of the game, who registered the cards in his mind as they fell about him, knew exactly what was on them, what they missed and what they made, who was crafty to find out what the other players held, and who never betrayed his own hand. The letters were in various languages, but Mr. Carker, the manager, read them all. If there had been anything in the offices of Dombie and Son that he could not read, there would have been a card wanting in the pack. He read almost at a glance and made combinations of one letter with another and one business with another as he went on, adding new matter to the heaps, much as a man would know the cards at sight and work out their combinations in his mind after they were turned, something too deep for a partner and much too deep for an adversary. Mr. Carker, the manager, sat in the rays of the sun that came down, slanting on him through the skylight, playing his game alone. And although it is not among the instincts, wild or domestic of the cat tribe to play at cards, feline from soul to crown was Mr. Carker, the manager, as he basked in the strip of summer light and warmth that shone upon his table and the ground as if they were a crooked dial plate and himself the only figure on it, with hair and whiskers deficient in color at all times, but feebler than common in the rich sunshine and more like the coat of a sandy tortoise shell cat with long nails nicely paired and sharpened with a natural antipathy to any speck of dirt, which made him pause sometimes and watch the falling motes of dust and rub them off his smooth white hand or glossy linen. Mr. Carker, the manager, sly of manner, sharp of tooth, soft of foot, watchful of eye, oily of tongue, cruel of heart, nice of habit, sat with a dainty steadfastness and patience at his work as if he were waiting at a mouse's hole. At length the letters were disposed of, accepting one which he reserved for a particular audience. Having locked the more confidential correspondence in a drawer, Mr. Carker, the manager, rang his bell. Why do you answer it was his reception of his brother? The messenger is out and I am the next, was the submissive reply. You are the next? muttered the manager. Yes, credible to me there. Pointing to the heaps of opened letters he turned disdainfully away in his elbow chair and broke the seal of that one which he held in his hand. I am sorry to trouble you, James, said the brother, gathering them up, but— Oh! you have something to say. I knew that. Well— Mr. Carker, the manager, did not raise his eyes or turn them on his brother, but kept them on his letter, though without opening it. Well—he repeated sharply— I am uneasy about Harriet. Harriet who? What Harriet? I know nobody of that name. She is not well and has changed very much of late. She changed very much a great many years ago, replied the manager, and that is all I have to say. I think if you would hear me, why should I hear you, brother John, return the manager, laying a sarcastic emphasis on those two words and throwing up his head, but not lifting his eyes. I tell you, Harriet Carker made her choice many years ago between her two brothers. She may repent it, but she must abide by it. Don't mistake me. I do not say she does repent it. It would be black in gratitude in me to hint at such a thing, return the other. Though believe me, James, I am as sorry for her sacrifice as you. As I, exclaimed the manager, as I, as sorry for her choice, for what you call her choice, as you are angry at it, said the junior. Angry, repeated the other, with a wide show of his teeth? Displeased, whatever word you like best, you know my meaning, there is no offence in my intention. There is offence in everything you do, replied his brother, glancing at him with a sudden scowl, which in a moment gave place to a wider smile than the last. Carry those papers away, if you please, I am busy. His politeness was so much more cutting than his wrath that the junior went to the door, but stopping at it and looking round, he said, When Harriet tried in vain to plead for me with you on your first just indignation and my first disgrace, and when she left you, James, to follow my broken fortunes and devote herself in her mistaken affection to a ruined brother, because without her he had no one and was lost. She was young and pretty, I think, if you could see her now, if you would go and see her, she would move your admiration and compassion. The manager inclined his head and showed his teeth, as who should say in answer to some careless small talk? Dear me, is that the case? But said never a word. We thought in those days, you and I both, that she would marry young and lead a happy and lighthearted life, pursued the other. Oh, if you knew how cheerfully she cast those hopes away, how cheerfully she has gone forward on the path she took and never once looked back, you never could say again that her name was strange in your ears, never. Again the manager inclined his head and showed his teeth and seemed to say, remarkable indeed, you quite surprise me, and again he uttered never a word. May I go on, said John Parker mildly. On your way, replied his smiling brother, if you will have the goodness. John Parker, with a sigh, was passing slowly out at the door when his brother's voice detained him for a moment on the threshold. If she has gone and goes her own way cheerfully, he said, throwing the still unfolded letter on his desk and putting his hands firmly in his pockets, you may tell her that I go as cheerfully on mine. If she has never once looked back, you may tell her that I have, sometimes, to recall her taking part with you and that my resolution is no easier to wear away. He smiled very sweetly here, then marble.  Once a year on your birthday, Harriet says always, let us remember James by name and wish him happy, but we say no more. Tell it then, if you please, return the other to yourself. You can't repeat it too often as a lesson to you to avoid the subject in speaking to me. I know no Harriet Parker, there is no such person. You may have a sister, make much of her, I have none. Mr. Parker the manager took up the letter again and waved it with a smile of mock courtesy towards the door. Unfolding it as his brother withdrew and looking darkly after him as he left the room, he once more turned round in his elbow chair and applied himself to a diligent perusal of its contents. It was in the writing of his great chief, Mr. Dombie, and dated from Leamington. Though he was a quick reader of all the other letters, Mr. Parker read this slowly, weighing the words as he went and bringing every tooth in his head to bear upon them. When he had read it through once, he turned it over again and picked out these passages. I find myself benefited by the change and am not yet inclined to name any time for my return. I wish, Parker, you would arrange to come down once and see me here and let me know how things are going on in person. I omitted to speak to you about young gay. If not gone per sun and air or if sun and air still lying in the docks, appoint some other young man and keep him in the city for the present, I am not decided. Now that's unfortunate, said Mr. Parker, the manager, expanding his mouth as if it were made of India rubber, for he is far away. Still that passage, which was in a post-script, attracted his attention and his teeth once more. I think, he said, my good friend Captain Cuddle mentioned something about being towed along in the wake of that day.  He refolded the letter and was sitting trifling with it, standing it longwise and broadwise on his table and turning it over and over on all sides, doing pretty much the same thing, perhaps, by its contents when Mr. Perch the messenger knocked softly at the door and coming in on tiptoe, bending his body at every step as if it were the delight of his life to bow, laid some papers on the table. Would you please to be engaged, sir, asked Mr. Perch, rubbing his hands and deferentially putting his head on one side, like a man who felt he had no business to hold it up in such a presence and would keep it as much out of the way as possible? Who wants me? Why, sir, said Mr. Perch in a soft voice, really nobody, sir, to speak of at present, Mr. Gill's, the ship's instrument maker, sir, has looked in about a little matter of payment, he says, but I mentioned to him, sir, that you were engaged several deep, several deep. Mr. Perch coughed once behind his hand and waited for further orders. Anybody else? Well, sir, said Mr. Perch, I wouldn't of my own self take the liberty of mentioning, sir, that there was anybody else, but that same young lad that was here yesterday, sir, and last week has been hanging about the place and it looks, sir, added Mr. Perch, stopping to shut the door, dreadful, unbusinesslike to see him whistling in the sparrows down the court and making of a man, sir, him. You said he wanted something to do, didn't you, Perch? Asked Mr. Corker, leaning back in his chair and looking at that officer. Why, sir, said Mr. Perch, coughing behind his hand again. His expression certainly were that he was in once of a situation and that he considered something might be done for him about the docks, being used to fishing with a rod in line, but Mr. Perch shook his head very dubiously indeed. What does he say when he comes? asked Mr. Corker. Indeed, sir, said Mr. Perch, coughing another cough behind his hand, which was always his resource as an expression of humility when nothing else occurred to him. His observations generally air that he would humbly wish to see one of the gentlemen and that he wants to earn a living. But, you see, sir, added Perch, dropping his voice to a whisper and turning in the inviolable nature of his confidence to give the door a thrust with his hand and knee as if that would shut it any more when it was shut already. It's hardly to be a bore, sir, that a common lad like that should come appalling here and saying that his mother nursed our house's young gentleman and that he hopes our house will give him a chance on that account. I am sure, sir, observed Mr. Perch, that although Mrs. Perch was at that time nursing as thriving a little girl, sir, as we've ever took the liberty of adding to our family, I wouldn't have made so free as drop a hint of her being capable of imparting nourishment, not if it was never so. Mr. Carker grinned at him like a shark, but in an absent thoughtful manner. Weather submitted Mr. Perch after a short silence and another cough. It mightn't be best for me to tell him that if he was seen here any more he would be given into custody and to keep to it. With respect to bodily fear, said Mr. Perch, I'm so timid myself by nature, sir, and my nerves is so unstrung by Mrs. Perch's state that I could take my affidavit easy. Let me see this fellow, Perch, said Mr. Carker, bring him in. Yes, sir, begging your pardon, sir, said Mr. Perch, hesitating at the door. He's rough, sir, in appearance. Never mind. If he's there bring him in. I'll see Mr. Gill's directly. Ask him to wait. Mr. Perch bowed and shutting the door as precisely and carefully as if he were not coming back for a week went on his quest among the sparrows in the court. While he was gone Mr. Carker assumed his favourite attitude before the fireplace and stood looking at the door presenting with his underlip tucked into the smile that showed his whole row of upper teeth a singularly crouching appearance. The messenger was not long in returning, followed by a pair of heavy boots that came bumping along the passage like boxes. With the unceremonious words, come along with you a very unusual form of introduction from his lips Mr. Perch then ushered into the presence a strong-built lad of fifteen with a round red face, a round sleek head, round black eyes, round limbs, and round body who, to carry out the general retundity of his appearance had a round hat in his hand without a particle of brim to it. Obedient to a nod from Mr. Carker Perch had no sooner confronted the visitor with that gentleman than he withdrew.  The boy, who in the midst of his astonishment could not help staring wildly at the gentleman with so many white teeth who was choking him and at the office walls as though determined if he were choked that his last look should be at the mysteries for his intrusion into which he was paying such a severe penalty at last contrived to utter. Come, sir, you let me alone, will you? Let you alone, said Mr. Carker. What? I have got you, have I? There was no doubt of that, and tightly too. You dog, said Mr. Carker, through set jaws. I'll strangle you. Byler whimpered. Would he, though? Oh, no, he wouldn't. And what was he doing of? And why didn't he strangle somebody of his own size and not him? But Byler was quelled by the extraordinary nature of his reception, and as his head became stationary and he looked the gentleman in the face, or rather in the teeth, and saw him snarling at him, he so far forgot his manhood as to cry. I haven't done nothing to you, sir, said Byler. Otherwise rob, otherwise grinder, and always toodle. You young scoundrel, replied Mr. Carker, slowly releasing him and moving back a step into his favorite position. What do you mean by daring to come here? I didn't mean no harm, sir, whimpered rob, putting one hand to his throat and the knuckles of the other in his eyes. I'll never come again, sir. I only wanted work. Work, young cane that you are, repeated Mr. Carker, eyeing him narrowly. Ain't you the eyeless vagabond in London? The impeachment, while it much affected Mr. Toodle, Jr., attached to his character so justly that he could not say a word in denial. He stood looking at the gentleman, therefore, with a frightened, self-convicted, and remorseful air. As to his looking at him, it may be observed that he was still fascinated by Mr. Carker, and never took his round eyes off him for an instant.  No, sir, pleaded Rob. You are, said Mr. Carker. I ain't indeed, sir, whimpered Rob. I never did such a thing as thief, sir, if you'll believe me. I know I've been going wrong, sir, ever since I took his hand. I'm going wrong, sir, ever since I took to birdcatching and walking-matching. I'm sure a cove might think, said Mr. Toodle, Jr., with a burst of penitence, that singing birds was innocent company, but nobody knows what harm is in them little creatures and what they brings you down to. They seem to have brought him down to a velveteen jacket and trousers very much worse for wear. A particularly small red waistcoat, like a gorgot, an interval of blue check, and the hat before mentioned. I ain't been home twenty times since them birds got their will of me, said Rob. And that's ten months. How can I go home when everybody's miserable to see me, I wonder, said Byler, blubbering outright and smearing his eyes with his coat-cuff, that I haven't been and drowned in myself and over again, all of which, including his expression of surprise at not having achieved this last scarce performance, the boy said, just as if the teeth of Mr. Parker drew it out of him, and he had no power of concealing anything with that battery of attraction in full play.  There's hemp seed sown for you, my fine fellow. I'm sure, sir, returned the wretched Byler blubbering again and again having recourse to his coat-cuff. I shouldn't care sometimes if it was grod, too. My misfortunes all began in wagging, sir. But what could I do, excepting wag? Excepting what, said Mr. Parker? Wag, sir, wagging from school. Do you mean pretending to go there and not going, said Mr. Parker? Yes, sir, that's wagging, sir, returned the quantum grinder much affected. I was chivvied through the streets, sir, when I went there and pounded when I got there, so I wagged and hid myself, and that began it. And you mean to tell me, said Mr. Parker, taking him by the throat again, holding him out at arm's length and surveying him in silence for some moments, that you want a place, do you? I should be thankful to be tried, sir, returned Toodle, Jr., faintly. Mr.  Tell Mr. Gilles to come here. Mr. Perch was too deferential to express surprise or recognition of the figure in the corner, and Uncle Saul appeared immediately. Mr. Gilles, said Parker with a smile, sit down, how do you do? You continue to enjoy your health, I hope. Thank you, sir, returned Uncle Saul, taking out his pocketbook and handing over some notes as he spoke. Nothing ails me in body but old age. Twenty-five, sir. You are as punctual and exact, Mr. Gilles, replied the smiling manager, taking a paper from one of his many drawers and making an endorsement on it while Uncle Saul looked over him. As one of your chronometers, quite right, the sun and air has not been spoken, I find, by the list, sir, said Uncle Saul, with a slight addition to the usual tremor in his voice. The sun and air has not been spoken, returned Parker, there seems to have been tempestuous weather, Mr. Gilles, and she has probably been driven out of her course. She is safe, I trust in heaven, said Old Saul. She is safe, I trust in heaven, assented Mr. Parker in that voiceless manner of his, which made the observant young toodle tremble again. Mr. Gilles, he added aloud, throwing himself back in his chair, you must miss your nephew very much. Uncle Saul, standing by him, shook his head and heaved a deep sigh. Mr. Gilles, said Parker, with his soft hand playing round his mouth and looking up into the instrument-maker's face, it would be company to you to have a young fellow in your shop just now, and it would be obliging me if you would give one house-room for the present. No, to be sure, he added quickly in anticipation of what the old man was going to say. There's not much business doing there, I know, but you can make him clean the place out, polish up the instruments, Drudge, Mr. Gilles, that's the lad. Saul Gilles pulled down his spectacles from his forehead to his eyes and looked at Toodle, Jr., standing upright in the corner, his head presenting the appearance, which it always did, of having been newly drawn out of a bucket of cold water, his small waistcoat rising and falling quickly in the play of his emotions, and his eyes intently fixed on Mr. Parker without the least reference to his proposed master. Will you give him house-room, Mr. Gilles, said the manager? Old Saul, without being quite enthusiastic on the subject, replied that he was glad of any opportunity, however slight, to oblige Mr. Parker, whose wish on such a point was a command, and that the wooden midshipman would consider himself happy to receive in his birth any visitor of Mr. Parker's selecting. Mr. Parker bared himself to the tops and bottoms of his gums, making the watchful Toodle, Jr. tremble more and more and acknowledged the instrument-maker's politeness in his most affable manner. I'll dispose of him so then, Mr. Gilles, he answered, rising and shaking the old man by the hand, until I make up my mind what to do with him and what he deserves, as I consider myself responsible for him, Mr. Gilles. Here he smiled a wide smile at Rob, who shook before it. I shall be glad if you look sharply after him and report his behavior to me. I'll ask a question or two of his parents as I ride home this afternoon, respectable people, to confirm some particulars in his own account of himself. And that done, Mr. Gilles, I'll send him round to you to-morrow morning. Goodbye. His smile at parting was so full of teeth that it confused old Saul and made him vaguely uncomfortable. He went home, thinking of raging seas, foundering ships, drowning men, an ancient bottle of Madera never brought to light and other dismal matter. Now, boy, said Mr. Carker, putting his hand on young Toodle's shoulder and bringing him out into the middle of the room. You have heard me? Rob said, yes, sir. Perhaps you understand, pursued his patron, that if you ever deceive or play tricks with me, you had better have drowned yourself, indeed, once for all before you came here. There was nothing in any branch of mental acquisition that Rob seemed to understand better than that. If you have lied to me, said Mr. Carker, in anything, never come in my way again. If not, you may let me find you waiting for me somewhere near your mother's house this afternoon. I shall leave this at five o'clock and ride there on horseback. Now, give me the address. Rob repeated it slowly as Mr. Carker wrote it down. Rob even spelled it over a second time letter by letter as if he thought that the omission of a dot or scratch would lead to his destruction. Mr. Carker then handed him out of the room, and Rob, keeping his round eyes fixed upon his patron to the last, vanished for the time being. Mr. Carker the manager did a great deal of business in the course of the day and bestowed his teeth upon a great many people. In the office, in the court, in the street, and on change, they glistened and bristled to a terrible extent. Five o'clock arriving, and with it Mr. Carker's bay horse, they got on horseback and went gleaming up jeepside. As no one can easily ride fast, even if inclined to do so, through the press and throng of the city at that hour, and as Mr. Carker was not inclined, he went leisurely along, picking his way among the carts and carriages, avoiding whenever he could the wetter and the more dirty places in the over-watered road, and taking infinite pains to keep himself and his steed clean. Glancing at the passers-by while he was thus ambling on his way, he suddenly encountered the round eyes of the sleek-headed Rob, intently fixed upon his face as if they had never been taken off, while the boy himself, with a pocket handkerchief, twisted up like a speckled eel and girded round his waist, made a very conspicuous demonstration of being prepared to attend upon him at whatever pace he might think proper to go. This attention, however flattering, being one of an unusual kind and attracting some notice from the other passengers, Mr. Carker took advantage of a clearer thoroughfare of the cleaner road and broke into a trot. Rob immediately did the same. Mr. Carker presently tried a canter. Rob was still in attendance. Then a short gallop. It was all one to the boy. Whenever Mr. Carker turned his eyes to that side of the road, he still saw Toodle Jr. holding his course, apparently without distress, carrying himself along by the elbows after the most approved manner of professional gentlemen who get over the ground for wagers. Ridiculous as this attendance was, it was a sign of an influence established over the boy, and therefore Mr. Carker, affecting not to notice it, rode away into the neighborhood of Mr. Toodle's house. On his slackening his pace here, Rob appeared before him to point out the turnings, and when he called to a man at a neighboring gateway to hold his horse pending his visit to the buildings that had succeeded Staggs Gardens, Rob dutifully held the stirrup while the manager dismounted. Now, sir, said Mr. Carker, taking him by the shoulder, come along. Prodigal son was evidently nervous of visiting the parental abode, but Mr. Carker, pushing him on before, he had nothing for it but to open the right door and suffer himself to be walked into the midst of his brothers and sisters, mustered in overwhelming force around the family tea table. At sight of the prodigal in the grasp of a stranger, those tender relations united in a general howl, which smote upon the prodigal's breast so sharply when he saw his mother stand up among them, pale and trembling, with the baby in her arms that he lent his own voice to the chorus. Nothing doubting now that the stranger, if not Mr. Ketch in person, was one of that company, the whole of the young family wailed the louder, while its more infantile members unable to control the transports of emotion appertaining to their time of life threw themselves on their backs like young birds when terrified by a hawk and kicked violently.  Nothing, mother, cried Rob, in a piteous voice, ask the gentleman.  At this announcement Polly, who had not cried yet, began to do so. The elder toodles, who appeared to have been meditating a rescue, unclenched their fists. The younger toodles clustered round their mother's gown and peeped from under their own chubby arms at their desperado brother and his unknown friend. Everyone blessed the gentleman with the beautiful teeth who wanted to do good. This fellow, said Mr. Carker to Polly, giving him a gentle shake. Is your son, amen? Yes, sir, saw Polly with a curtsy. Yes, sir. A bad son, I am afraid, said Mr. Carker. Never a bad son to me, sir, returned Polly. To whom, then, demanded Mr. Carker. He has been a little wild, sir, returned Polly, checking the baby, who was making convulsive efforts with his arms and legs to launch himself on Byler through the ambient air. And has gone with wrong companions, but I hope he has seen the misery of that, sir, and will do well again. Mr. Carker looked at Polly and the clean room and the clean children and the simple, toodle face combined a father and mother that was reflected and repeated everywhere about him and seemed to have achieved the real purpose of his visit. Your husband, I take it, is not at home? He said. No, sir, replied Polly. He's down the line at present. The prodigal rob seemed very much relieved to hear it, though still in the absorption of all his faculties in his patron he hardly took his eyes from Mr. Carker's face, unless for a moment at a time to steal a sorrowful glance at his mother. Then, said Mr. Carker, I'll tell you how I have stumbled on this boy of yours and who I am and what I am going to do for him. This Mr. Carker did in his own way, saying that he at first intended to have accumulated nameless terrors on his presumptuous head for coming to the whereabouts of Donby and Son, that he had relented in consideration of his youth his professed contrition and his friends, that he was afraid he took a rash step in doing anything for the boy and one that might expose him to the censure of the prudent, but that he did it of himself and for himself and risked the consequences single-handed, and that his mother's past connection with Mr. Donby's family had nothing to do with it, and that Mr. Donby had nothing to do with it, but that he, Mr. Carker, was the be-all and the end-all of this business. Taking great credit to himself for his goodness and receiving no less from all the family than present, Mr. Carker signified, indirectly, but still pretty plainly, that Robb's implicit fidelity, attachment and devotion were for evermore his due and the least homage he could receive, and with this great truth Robb himself was so impressed that, standing gazing on his patron, tears rolling down his cheeks, he nodded his shiny head until it seemed almost as loose as it had done under the same patron's hands that morning. Polly, who had passed heaven knows how many sleepless nights on account of this her dissipated first-born and had not seen him for weeks and weeks, could have almost kneeled to Mr. Carker the manager as to a good spirit in spite of his teeth. But Mr. Carker rising to depart, she only thanked him with her mother's prayers and blessings, thanks so rich when paid out of the heart's mint, especially for any service Mr. Carker had rendered, that he might have given back a large amount of change and yet been overpaid. As that gentleman made his way among the crowding children to the door, Robb retreated on his mother and took her and the baby in the same repentant hug.  Oh, do my dear boy, I am sure you will for our sakes and your own, cried Polly, kissing him, but you're coming back to speak to me when you have seen the gentleman away. I don't know, mother, Robb hesitated and looked down. Father, when's he coming home? Not till two o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll come back, mother, dear, cried Robb, and passing through the shrill cry of his brothers and sisters in reception of this promise, he followed Mr. Carker out. What? said Mr. Carker who had heard this? You have a bad father, have you? No, sir, returned Robb, amazed. There ain't a better nor a kinder father going than mine is. Why don't you want to see him, then? inquired his patron.  After faltering for a moment he shouldn't hardly believe yet that I was going to do better, though I know he tried to, but a mother, she always believes what's good, sir. At least I know my mother does, God bless her. Mr. Carker's mouth expanded, but he said no more until he was mounted on his horse and had dismissed the man who held it when, looking down from his saddle steadily into the attentive and watchful face of the boy, he said, You'll come to me tomorrow morning, and you shall be shown where that old gentleman lives, that old gentleman who is with me this morning where you are going as you heard me say. Yes, sir, returned Robb. I have a great interest in that old gentleman and in serving him. You serve me, boy, do you understand? Well, he added interrupting him, for he saw his round face brighten when he was told that. I see you do. I want to know all about that old gentleman and how he goes on from day to day, for I am anxious to be of service to him and especially who comes there to see him.  Robb nodded his steadfast face and said, Yes, sir, again. I should like to know that he has friends who are attentive to him and that they don't desert him, he lives very much alone now, poor fellow, but that they are fond of him and of his nephew who has gone abroad. There is a very young lady who may perhaps come to see him. I want particularly to know all about her. I'll take care, sir, said the boy, and take care, returned his patron, bending forward to advance his grinning face closer to the boys and pat him on the shoulder with the handle of his whip. Take care you talk about affairs of mine to nobody but me. To nobody in the world, sir, replied Robb, shaking his head. Neither there, said Mr. Parker, pointing to the place they had just left, nor anywhere else. I'll try how true and grateful you can be. I'll prove you, making this by his display of teeth and by the action of his head, as much a threat as a promise, he turned from Robb's eyes, which were nailed upon him as if he had won the boy a charm, body and soul, and rode away. But again becoming conscious, after trotting a short distance, that his devoted henchman, Gert as before, was yielding him the same attendance to the great amusement of sundry spectators, he reigned up and ordered him off. To ensure his obedience, he turned in the saddle and watched him as he retired. It was curious to see that even then Robb could not keep his eyes wholly averted from his patron's face, but constantly turning and turning again to look after him, involved himself in a tempest of buffettings and jostlings from the other passengers in the street, of which in the pursuit of one paramount idea he was perfectly heedless. Mr. Carker the manager rode on at a foot pace with the easy air of one who had performed all the business of the day in a satisfactory manner and got it comfortably off his mind. Complacent and affable as man could be, Mr. Carker picked his way along the streets and hummed a soft tune as he went. He seemed to purr. He was so glad. And in some sort, Mr. Carker, in his fancy, basked upon a hearth too. Coiled up snugly at certain feet, he was ready for a spring, or for a tear, or for a scratch, or for a velvet touch, but humor took him and occasion served. Was there any bird in a cage that came in for a share of his regards? A very young lady thought Mr. Carker the manager through his song. I, when I saw her last, she was a little child. With dark eyes and hair I recollect and a good face, a very good face. I dare say she's pretty. More affable and pleasant yet, and humming his song until his many teeth vibrated to it, Mr. Carker picked his way along and turned at last into the shady street where Mr. Domby's house stood. He had been so busy winding webs round good faces and obscuring them with meshes that he hardly thought of being at this point of his ride until glancing down the cold perspective of tall houses. He reigned in his horse quickly within a few yards of the door. But to explain why Mr. Carker reigned in his horse quickly and what he looked at in no small surprise, a few digressive words are necessary. Mr. Toots emancipated from the blimber thraldom and coming in to the possession of a certain portion of his worldly wealth, which, as he had been want during his last half-year's probation to communicate to Mr. Feeder every evening as a new discovery the executors couldn't keep him out of, had applied himself with great diligence to the science of life. Fired with a noble emulation to pursue a brilliant and distinguished career, Mr. Toots had furnished a choice set of apartments, had established among them a sporting bower embellished with the portraits of winning horses in which he took no particle of interest and divan which made him poorly. In this delicious abode Mr. Toots devoted himself to the cultivation of those gentle arts which refine and humanize existence. His chief instructor in which was an interesting character called the Game Chicken, who was always to be heard of at the bar of the Black Badger, wore a shaggy white great coat in the warmest weather and knocked Mr. Toots about the head three times a week for the small consideration of ten and six per visit. The Game Chicken, quite the Apollo of Mr. Toots's pantheon had introduced to him a marker who taught billiards, a lifeguard who taught fencing, a jobmaster who taught riding, a cornish gentleman who was up to anything in the athletic line and two or three other friends connected no less intimately with the fine arts. Under whose auspices Mr. Toots could hardly fail to improve a pace and under whose tuition he went to work. But however it came about it came to pass even while these gentlemen had the gloss of novelty upon them that Mr. Toots felt he didn't know how unsettled and uneasy. There were husks in his corn that even Game Chickens couldn't pick up. Gloomy giants in his leisure even Game Chickens couldn't knock down. Nothing seemed to do Mr. Toots so much good as incessantly leaving cards at Mr. Dombie's door. No tax gatherer in the British Dominions that widespread territory on which the sun never sets and where the tax gatherer never goes to bed was more regular and persevering in his calls than Mr. Toots. Mr. Toots never went upstairs and always performed the same ceremonies richly dressed for the purpose at the hall door. Oh, good morning would be Mr. Toots' first remark to the servant. For Mr. Dombie would be Mr. Toots' next remark as he handed in a card. For Mr. Dombie would be his next as he handed in another. Mr. Toots would then turn round as if to go away but the man knew him by this time and knew he wouldn't. Oh, I beg your pardon Mr. Toots would say as if a thought had suddenly descended on him. Is the young woman at home? The man would rather think she was but wouldn't quite know then he would ring a bell that rang upstairs and would look up the staircase and would say yes, she was at home and was coming down. Then Miss Nipper would appear and the man would retire. Oh, how'd he do? Mr. Toots would say with a chuckle and a blush. Susan would thank him and say she was very well. How's Diogenes going on? Would be Mr. Toots' second interrogation. Very well indeed Miss Florence was fonder and fonder of him every day. Mr. Toots was sure to hail this with a burst of chuckles like the opening of a bottle of some effervescent beverage. Miss Florence is quite well, sir, Susan would add. Oh, it's of no consequence, thanky, was the invariable reply of Mr. Toots and when he had said so he always went away very fast. Now it is certain that Mr. Toots had a filmy something in his mind which led him to conclude that if he could aspire successfully in the fullness of time to the hand of Florence he would be fortunate and blessed. It is certain that Mr. Toots by some remote and roundabout road had got to that point and that there he made a stand. His heart was wounded, he was touched, he was in love. He had made a desperate attempt one night and had sat up all night for the purpose to write an acrostic on Florence which affected him to tears in the conception. But he never proceeded in the execution further than the words for when I gaze. The flow of imagination in which he had previously written down the initial letters of the other seven lines deserting him at that point. Beyond devising that very artful and politic measure of leaving a card from Mr. Dombie Daley the brain of Mr. Toots had not worked much in reference to the subject that held his feelings prisoner. But deep consideration at length assured Mr. Toots that an important step to gain was the conciliation of Miss Susan Nipper preparatory to giving her some inkling of his state of mind. A little fight and playful gallantry towards this lady seemed the means to employ in that early chapter of the history for winning her to his interests. Not being able quite to make up his mind about it he consulted the chicken without taking that gentleman into his confidence merely informing him that a friend in Yorkshire had written to him Mr. Toots for his opinion on such a question. The chicken replying that his opinion always was go in and win and further when your mans before you and your work cut out go in and do it. Mr. Toots considered this a figurative way of supporting his own view of the case and heroically resolved to kiss Miss Nipper next day. Upon the next day there for Mr. Toots putting into requisition some of the greatest marvels that Burgess and Company had ever turned out went off to Mr. Dombies upon this design. But his heart failed him so much as he approached the scene of action that although he arrived on the ground at three o'clock in the afternoon it was six before he knocked at the door. Everything happened as usual down to the point where Susan said her young mistress was well and Mr. Toots said it was of no consequence. To her amazement Mr. Toots instead of going off like a rocket after that observation lingered and chuckled perhaps you'd like to walk upstairs sir said Susan well I think I will come in said Mr. Toots but instead of walking upstairs the bold Toots made an awkward plunge at Susan when the door was shut and embracing that fair creature kissed her on the cheek go along with you cried Susan or I'll tear your eyes out just another said Mr. Toots go along with you exclaimed Susan giving him a push innocence like you too again next go along sir Susan was not in any serious straight for she could hardly speak for laughing but Diogenes on the staircase hearing a rustling against the wall and a shuffling of feet and seeing through the banisters that there was some contention going on and foreign invasion in the house formed a different opinion dashed down to the rescue and in the twinkling of an eye had Mr. Toots by the leg Susan screamed, laughed opened the street door and ran downstairs the bold Toots tumbled staggering out into the street with Diogenes holding on to one leg of his pantaloons as if Burgess and company were his cooks and had provided that dainty morsel for his holiday entertainment Diogenes shaken off rolled over and over in the dust stood up again whirled round the giddy Toots and snapped at him and all this turmoil Mr. Cawker reigning up his horse and sitting a little at the distance saw to his amazement issue from the stately house of Mr. Donby Mr. Cawker remained watching the discomfited Toots when Diogenes was called in and the door shut and while that gentleman taking refuge in a doorway near at hand wound up the torn leg of his pantaloons with a costly silk handkerchief that had formed part of his expensive outfit for the adventure I beg your pardon sir said Mr. Cawker riding up with his most propitiatory smile I hope you are not hurt Oh no thank you replied Mr. Toots raising his flushed face it's of no consequence Mr. Toots would have signified that he could that he liked it very much if the dog's teeth have entered the leg sir began Mr. Cawker with a display of his own no thank you said Mr. Toots it's all quite right it's very comfortable thank you I have the pleasure of knowing Mr. Donby observed Cawker have you though rejoined the blushing Toots and you will allow me perhaps to apologize in his absence said Mr. Cawker taking off his hat for such a misadventure and to wonder how it can possibly have happened Mr. Toots is so much gratified by this politeness and the lucky chance of making friends with a friend of Mr. Donby that he pulls out his card case which he never loses an opportunity of using and hands his name and address to Mr. Cawker who responds to that courtesy by giving him his own and with that they part as Mr. Cawker picks his way so softly past the house glancing up at the windows and trying to make out the pensive face behind the curtain looking at the children opposite the rough head of Diogenes came clambering up close by it and the dog regardless of all soothing barks and growls and makes at him from that height as if he would spring down and tear him limb from limb well spoken Di so near your mistress another and another with your head up your eyes flashing and your vexed mouth worrying itself for what of him another as he picks his way along you have a good scent Di cats boy cats end of chapter 22


What is going on guys welcome back to the channel critical overlord here So we're talking about scream six in this video here again today and just kind of shoot off at the mouth more about Sydney Prescott Since I love that character to death Those of you who want her to be Like more heavily involved this time around in how she was in screen 5 Let's just explore something that I guess you might be on board with if it means she'll have more screen time What if Patrick Dempsey's character? Mark Kincaid is one of the ghostface killers going into screen 6 in the sense that of course that would mean We are assuming that they've secured him Kincaid will be back and the narrative will have something to do with him We're just talking of course hypotheticals at this point, but let's say they explore that you have the film centered around Sydney Sam Tara Sydney's attacked in the opening Mark isn't present for this But he ends up making it back home after Sydney has managed to escape the attack from the ghostface killer Who at this point in my head has escaped? nobody is caught nobody is killed and Mark comes home and that just creates suspicion around him early on going into the movie This would also then spark a phone call from Gale Weathers at some point in the movie to Sydney to let her know That it's starting again and Sam and Tara in danger Sydney just off the off the bases that she got attacked in at the start of the movie Could just want to go out there and help them just off knowing that she herself is not safe So she might as well go out of her way to help other people who are also not safe She's she's already helped them before and because they could also give us this development that Gale and Sydney have actually grown Closer since Dewey's passing they were at his funeral together We could actually hear that Duke that Sydney and Gale were Collaborating with each other to help Gale write this book that she wrote that was about Dewey like she expressed interest in doing at the end of The fifth movie that could all be used as a way to justify Sydney's existence here in this movie and then to wrap it all up You could have someone who again is a very close individual to Sydney end up being one of the killers and this time it would be her own Devoted husband Mark Kincaid now I don't know how many of you would feel about that But again, this is just going off of the idea that so many people still think that Sydney should be heavily involved in some capacity But the thing about that a character like that is that this character has worth this character has Meaning she does not need to just be there for no reason. You need to come up with a strong Reason saying that her husband is one of the ghost face killers Of course would obviously be a very strong reason as to why you ultimately had her in the movie Maybe it's a question mark throughout the film as to why Sydney is here so much when this narrative really seems to have nothing to do with her outside of just the opening attack But then you wrap it all up in a nice way by giving us a character who is one of the ghost face killers And it's her own husband. This would be a perfect way to again strongly justify her existence in the film once again and When I say exist is I mean why she's here more so than in screen 5 because in screen 5 the amount of screen time She got was was acceptable when considering her relevance to the overall story and The overall motivation of the killers now when hearing what mark would say as it relates to his motivations I'm certain this would have something to do with maybe a Marital discretion that went on between him and Sydney Maybe something else involved with his line of work and how Sydney impacted that and that's why he dawned the ghost face mass to seek Revenge or something something of that sort something along the lines of what we've already gotten before But somehow spend to make it fresh I'm just again trying to look at a way that you could justify and Satisfy those people who want to have Sydney press got involved so much more than she was in the fifth movie But you need to at the same time have a strong reason Sydney is such an important part of this franchise That it would feel kind of disrespectful to her in my head to just have her here for the sake of being here in The sense that you haven't even established that she cares about the characters that she's here to help Let's say they do that you haven't established that she's been in contact with them since the events of 5 Let's say they do that you haven't even established that she was in contact with gale after the events of 5 They could do that all those things if it were to be handled like that in my head is how to not do that You would need to establish strong connections between Sydney and these new characters that we know that you could tell us have been Developed off-screen in between the events of 5 and 6 that way for me as a person watching the movie and knowing that a lot of these screen movies have been heavily regarded or Heavily involving Sydney and the sins of her mother and her suffering for the sins of her mother Which have all lived up to be justifiable reasons and strong reasons why these films were about this character specifically Now you are at least giving me something that says hey Well, and now at least it makes sense for her to be here helping these people But if Sydney just shows up off of a phone call and she hasn't had any contact with these characters since the events of 5 That's gonna seem very weak. It's going to seem very hollow in my opinion It's gonna seem very forced in the sense that you are only doing this for the sake of selling tickets It's gonna signal to me you have no faith in your new cast You have no faith in your new characters and again, just depending on how it all is Executed will be ultimately how I decide to say yep You brought Sydney back just for the sake of box office attraction purposes And I think Sydney Prescott as a character is worth much more than that I think she deserves much more than that So that's why if you think that you would be on board with Sydney being involved a lot more going into screen six If Mark Kincaid isn't one of the ghostface killers What would be your way of establishing a strong reason for why she's here? So prominently similar to the first three films once again, which I don't think they're gonna do But let's say they were to do that and then ultimately the killer reveal comes and it has nothing to do with Sydney It just feels like a waste of time because it seems like the character now was just here for the sake of being here And again This is also just going off of assumptions that they would have at this point in time established that she hadn't even been in contact with Sam and Tara in between five and six Let's say they also make it a point to show that she has no real interest in those characters as a whole so then she just shows up because Gail calls her and Ultimately because of the fact that she wants to help Gail Weathers. I mean While it's serviceable, it's not it's it's gonna be one of the weakest excuses that Sydney's got involved You're gonna be fine with it in the sense that if you don't care about how the characters written You're just fine that she got more screen time That doesn't really matter at the end of the day when you brought back a a die-hard lovable final girl For a very Weak reason all for the sake of giving her more screen time No, no, no, no give her more screen time and give her a reason for this screen time Don't just put her here because that that just means that you brought her back for the sake of selling tickets But let me know as you guys think about the idea of Mark Kincaid being ghost face down in the comments section below Or what you would do differently if you haven't already, of course Make sure you subscribe turn up post occasion there is a video in the scripts I've linked to my social media accounts on Facebook Twitter and Instagram you can message me there Of course, let me know there's any movies news or reviews you'd like me to cover in the future with all that in mind Guys, I will see you in the next video


Hey guys, it's a good day, but it's not the wrong day for me. It's June 25th, I feel like I haven't vlogged in like a really long time. Just because I feel like I needed to like catch up on vlogs before like start making more if that makes sense. And I wasn't really doing anything that was like vlog worthy, but yesterday was really cool because we went to that Atlanta Beltline and we actually biked across it. Well, not the whole thing because you know, girl couldn't handle that. But like we did like about like 1.5 miles or something like um, and it was free total. Yeah, three miles total. It was really freaking cool. So if you're in that Atlanta area and you have a bike, go bike on a trail.  I knew that I couldn't really take my camera like biking. So I just like did it with my phone on Snapchat. Thank you. Place sells Chinese tie, euros and wings. Right now we are going to Lenox Mall because I need a shop for recruitment. I've been saying that for like five years now. I really hope it's going to happen this time. I don't know. Like every time I shop for it, they just don't have what I need. So let's hope that somewhere has it in Lenox Mall. But right now of course we're going to get soda bluesies because it's on our way to the highway. So let's hope that the blue icy is ready for me to drink. So how? No one knows how to drive. I don't like red. There's a green light and no cars coming and she didn't go. Oh did you like the belt line bike ride? Like what was your favorite part about it? Like what was your favorite thing that you saw? There's a lot of cool art on the way. Yeah. And like a lot of interesting people. And yeah I guess. We got king of pops on the way. Oh my god we got king of pops. My new favorite flavor is raspberry lime. I used to like the chocolate sea salt one but that kind of got like too chocolatey for me. And like yesterday we were like panting because it was like we were so dehydrated. So it was like nice to have something super refreshing. And he got the strawberry lemonade one. So it was so yummy. I want to go to Zinn burger. He got the fade on the side and to get the top cut off. I am so sorry guys.  I literally didn't vlog any of the shopping. Like it's 8.25 we got there at like five or something like that. We went shopping there at Lennox and then we ate at Zinn burger. And I felt like it was like okay this time. Time was good. Yeah. I don't know. We usually go at happy hour so we can get like a lot more. And it's like always good at happy hour but this time I was like. Good morning guys. It is June 27th and me and my mom are going to make a face mask. Or at least try to attempt to. Because I just really want to like not wear makeup a lot you know. So I kind of want to find like a product that evens out my skin tone. Because I feel like my face gets really discolored very easily. So we're gonna try to do a turmeric face mask. I don't know like with lemon in it. What else was it? Honey. So it's kind of thin so we're just gonna grind up some oatmeal and add that to it. So we made it into like really really small particles. It's actually better. Okay. Maybe more. Do we have a brush? Oh yep it's good. It's good? I'm not using my fingers because it's gonna make my fingers yellow. And I don't want that. Trust me my mom's made Indian yellow food before. And you know usually Indians use their hands to eat. And then it'll turn our hands all yellowy. And especially my nails. I want to make them look pretty okay. As I think I'm gonna film today. Can't have yellow fingers. The last time I made my own face mask. I was like with avocado or something. And my skin did not react too good about it. But really? Yeah. So we just put grind it up oatmeal. Honey. Turmeric. And lemon juice in it. I feel like it could have added more lemon juice. Because I don't even like smell it or feel it. So it looks kind of freaky. But ew. It looks like disgusting actually. It looks like I have disease.  No I think it's gonna. What? Use this on it. Clear it on it.  All right I think I got it all off. Now I'm gonna go upstairs and wash the yellow part off with my Clarisonic. Because I don't think this is supposed to happen to make me look super yellow.  And I don't know. I mean like I feel like it was just a regular face mask. Don't really do much. It looks like a little spaceship I'm in. But we are going to the mall. I just got ready. I tried something different with my lips. But I don't know if it like stayed. It was Bieber by Colourpop. But yeah. So we're going to North Point Mall again. I feel like I'm there like every day now. I literally, I feel like I just got my eyebrows done. And now I have to get them done again. Like they grew out like really fast. So it's like ugh. But then we're gonna go to Ulta. Because I have like 20% off thing for Pottenham members I think. So. So we went to Ulta. And now we're in for 21. And the square of 21 like actually subs again. They like remodeled it. And it's like unorganized again. Now it's like nothing I find here. So much better online and in Florida. So we're going to get our nails done. And we got new nail polish at Ulta. First one we got which I'm putting on my fingers is OPI. It never ends. And it's like a really nice nude color. And that's the nude colors. And then I got, I finally got Essie's topless and barefoot or something. Yeah topless and barefoot. And it's like a really, really light pink. And I'm gonna put this on my toes. So we just got back from the nail salon. I don't know how long it took but I'm so tired. Like I don't know if it's just me. But those fumes in the nail salon makes me so extremely tired. Like it makes me have to like knock out after I get my nails done. But this is what my nails look like. They kind of like look like coffee colored. I'm so tired. So maybe watch some like YouTube videos. And like fall asleep to that. Gonna watch The Bachelorette tonight. So I'm really excited about that. Because I love having like a set show to watch. So we are about 40 minutes away from The Bachelorette. I decided to you know work out for a little bit. Because why not? It's June 28th and I just got back from the mall. We just went in to buy my dad some Mofi cases. But I am trying the Strawberry SIE. It's like not that great.  It kind of does. I can't, I don't know if it's like not mixed enough. But it's like kind of sour. I can't, I can't really taste like the coconut milk all that much. What are your thoughts on it? Yeah, I mean it's not bad. It's definitely not bad. Like it's definitely refreshing. But yeah, this is like the pink drink that's trending right now. It is a Strawberry SIE. And you just replace the water with coconut milk. And it looks like this. So it's definitely aesthetically pleasing. And it tastes pretty good. But I personally just wouldn't spend my money on it. So yeah. Although you made mom spend her money on it.  And Snollie said yes. I will. I'll have one. Thanks mom. So I'm going to Umi tonight. I don't know if I told you guys that. But my friend invited me to dinner with her and another friend. So Hannah and Paula. I have nothing to wear. I've been filming like a tutorial for like the last past. I don't even know.  That's great. There is hella traffic and I have to be back in like 40 minutes. And I don't even know if that's possible. Stressed to the max. I will just say that. Oh my god. I've been vlogging. I was like, what is that? Hannah didn't know what vlogging meant. So I just had to explain to her. And she was like, what is that on? I'm like, you two? So like, I've never heard of it. It's so embarrassing. I guess I'm not like your friend. But yeah. So I didn't find anything at teaching max. That sucked. So I just like pulled out this ensemble. I wore this already. Where'd you get it from? It's cute. Forever 21 I bet. You know, oh my god. Where's your shoes from? Oh my god. Steve Madden. Oh my gosh. I have the shoes I'm wearing tonight. And I'm like, I am obsessed with Steve Madden's shoes. I really, really like them. But I feel like I never wear them because no one ever wears heels anymore. I know, right? The thing to like not everywhere heels. It's like, I get it. How it's like, it does get like a pain sometimes. But they look so much cuter. And we look taller. Yeah. Your legs look longer and nice. And like, I like, I love it. I love heels. But like, yeah. I don't want to be like the only one wearing heels sometimes. I know. But then you're wearing them. Because like in Florida, like, you know how UGA people dress up? And like, I don't know if they wear heels. Like downtown outfits, yeah, yeah. No one does that in Florida. What? They all wear like shorts and like a tank top. Like Florida people, like it's like, it's jeans and a t-shirt.  Yeah, I know. It's so sad because I always want to dress up like going out. Yeah. But I mean, like I try to, but it's just like. So normal to just wear like a crop top to shorts. So cute. Shit. I know. Yeah. With so many potentioles out there. I know. We can get so many cute pictures with like heels. But yeah, anyways, we're going to Umi and I don't know, like does your, do your parents own it? Yeah. My parents own it. But like they own it with two other people. So co-own it. Yeah. All right, everyone. That's what I thought. We are here with Paulita. Hello. And we're finally getting sushi. We had like a little photo shoot. You know, always.   We are eating our lives away. Struggling to take the perfect up. There we go. Let's see it. Can we all just take a meal? She can. Oh my god. Kind of this way. Yeah. I don't know. Yeah. Hey guys. So it's June 29th. And I did like a milk maid break. But I'm eating this super, super kale. What is it? Super food salad. Super, super food salad from Chick-fil-A. And then it comes with these roasted nut blends. So soon me and my mom are going to go to like the store that has like sorority stuff, just like grief stuff. Because I'm going to try to like get my little gifts over time. I'm just going to collect them because obviously it's just like a big investment. So you don't want to like buy all of them at the same time. Because that will like literally probably put you in debt. Not, not in debt. But like it's a lot of money. So we're going to do that. And then we're probably going to go to Home Depot to cut out some wood for something. So it's kind of later in the day and I really love my look right now. I need to go take some Instagram pictures. But I feel like I don't really have time.  But this dress is from Forever 21. It is so cute. It's like a shift dress.  Because it looks like you're wearing a choker, but it's like a part of the dress. And I have my little mug made going on here. I'm very surprised it stayed in my head all day. Because usually my hair is like way too thick and like weighs down. So it's like really uncomfortable. But it's like not even bothering me. So I'm just going to curl these two pieces really quick. Because they're really bothering me that they're kind of like straight.  This is what happens. This is Virgin Mojito. She got a margarita. Mine's not that good. Mine should be sweeter. So we got tacos. Tuxo, churros. Hey guys. So I'm at the picture show, which is the movie theater that's like super cheap. I'm meeting Ryan here. But I think he's picking up some candy for us. Which is really nice of him. And I asked for sour skittles. And he was like, are you sure? Like you're not playing me. Because like I usually ask for chocolate. I think I should do it to you guys. But I had like churros and like chocolate. And like it wasn't like the greatest. And it kind of made me feel like gross. Because it was like super like fried.  That's how I felt. So I thought skittles was like a safe bet. You know we're watching neighbors too. Ryan hasn't seen the first one. And I have and I didn't think it was like super amazing.  But other times you watch a movie and they're like oh my god like I love that movie. I should totally go see movies more. Because that made me feel so happy like you know what I mean. So that was just a movie to me. But this one is involving like sororities and stuff. I thought it was a little bit more relatable. And it sounded more interesting just because I am in a sorority. I decided like what the heck why not. And especially because it's at the picture show. It's literally going to be like two dollars a ticket. Like that's insane. I'm so lucky we have this here. Look you got me chocolate too. Thank you. You got me sour skittles. Thanks. And water. Lion and shell. Can I have um your sweater please? It's my card in my wallet too. Okay.