The
bearded creatures are quite as eager for praise, quite as finikin
over their toilettes, quite as proud of their personal advantages,
quite as conscious of their powers of fascination, as any coquette
in the world.
Downstairs, then, they went, Joseph very red and blushing, Rebecca
very modest, and holding her green eyes downwards. She was dressed
in white, with bare shoulders as white as snow--the picture of
youth, unprotected innocence, and humble virgin simplicity. "I must
be very quiet," thought Rebecca, "and very much interested about
India."
Now we have heard how Mrs. Sedley had prepared a fine curry for her
son, just as he liked it, and in the course of dinner a portion of
this dish was offered to Rebecca. "What is it?" said she, turning
an appealing look to Mr. Joseph.
"Capital," said he. His mouth was full of it: his face quite red
with the delightful exercise of gobbling. "Mother, it's as good as
my own curries in India."
"Oh, I must try some, if it is an Indian dish," said Miss Rebecca.
"I am sure everything must be good that comes from there."
"Give Miss Sharp some curry, my dear," said Mr. Sedley, laughing.
Rebecca had never tasted the dish before.
"Do you find it as good as everything else from India?" said Mr.
Sedley.
"Oh, excellent!" said Rebecca, who was suffering tortures with the
cayenne pepper.
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