He's all in all to Mr. Rich when Rich condescends
to let the fiddles and the flutes give the audience a little music. If
you capture Pepusch you may help me."
"Oh, I'd do that gladly Mr. Gay. Tell me how," cried Lavinia eagerly.
"Softly--softly, 'tis all in the clouds at present. Pepusch must hear
you sing. Then--but I dare not say more."
Lavinia surveyed the hard face and the double chin of the musical
director disapprovingly.
"I don't take to him," said she. "Is he an Englishman?"
"No--he comes from Germany. Like King George and Queen Caroline."
Lavinia frowned.
"Some of the people in St. Giles I've heard call the Royal Family
Hanoverian rats," she exclaimed indignantly, "and those German women who
pocketted everything they could lay their hands upon--the 'Maypole' and
the 'Elephant,' the one because she's so lean and the other because
she's so fat--they're rats too. Fancy the King making them into an
English duchess and countess. 'Tis monstrous. Why----"
"Hush--hush," interrupted Gay with mock solemnity and placing his finger
on her lips. "You're talking treason within earshot of the 'Maypole,'
otherwise her Grace the Duchess of Kendal. Don't you know that she is a
neighbour of Mr. Pope? Kendal House on the road to Isleworth is but an
easy walk from here."
"Then I'm sorry for Mr. Pope. I hate the Germans."
"Oh, then you're a Jacobite and a rebel.
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