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“Aunt Martha,” said May one evening to return to their own land, many still in the twilight, when Paul was absent, and remain among us.
Some of them are Miss Martha fidgety, but knitting in ap- yet proscribed by the law, some have parent peace, “I am terribly tired of this lost families and friends, and even hope, place. Let us go home !"
and, not caring to disturb the embers of the Sit down here, child, and let me speak past, are content to live on here, findto you. You move about the room so, you ing some small excitement in the study make me dizzy. If I speak to you in of fresh scenes and fresh people. So, one corner you are in another before I have left behind by the great wave of political done, and I can't tell where my answer is revolution which cast them on our shore, coming from. I want to ask you a question.” they have remained among us, and have
“Here I am then, Aunty; as steady as a gradually settled down among their prerock !”
cursors, the men of '48, the followers of “You have seen more of Paul than I Barbes and Albert, of Ledru Rollin and of have done, lately. Do you think he has Louis Blanc; the singers of Freiligrath's any intention of marrying and settling songs or the mourners over Robert Blum's down in his own country ? In his grave. Though there are hundreds of mother's place—I should like to see him these men, with their families, who have settled; for many reasons."
been sojourners amongst us for more than May knew too well what was passing twenty years, and who are, many of them, in her aunt's mind. The humiliating well known by sight to regular Londoners folly must be driven out wholly and with (surely everybody must know the tall, out delay; even if Paul's secret must be thin, elderly French gentleman, with the dragged out for the purpose.
high hat and the short coat with the fur " I thing nothing is more unlikely,” she collar, who is apparently always in a said, with emphasis. “Indeed—it is not hurry, but whose slip-shod feet prevent his fair—we must not speak of it—but he has making much way), they do not yet appear met with a disappointment which it seems to be acclimatised, they do not speak
our he cannot get over. He will return to Aus- language, nor fall into our ways. They tralia before long
dwell apart in a little colony, which they May announced this from a vantage have established for themselves, into which ground at the back of her aunt's chair. they welcome the newly -arrived exiles, But she need not have been so cunning. whom we have just described. Other Miss Martha's failing eyes were no way exiles there are who arrived a few weeks keen in the shifting dusk.
previously, but who would have received a “A disappointment !” The old lady sat very different kind of welcome from their erect in her chair, and an afflicting idea compatriots : Imperialists these, servants went whirling through her head. “I hope of M. Rouher, hangers-on of M. Mocquard, -May !--you have not refused him ?” varlets in the employ of M. Pietri, pique
“No, no, no !” said May, breathlessly. assiettes at the Imperial lackeys' table; Oh, Aunty! you make a very great mis- journalists and swash-bucklers, bullies and take!”
spies. Where are they, these dead leaves “Do I?” said Miss Martha, meekly, in stripped from the great tree of Imperialism, sad bewilderment at this proof of the per- which itself has since been snapped short by versity of the heart of man. “ Have I the fury of the blast? Are they in England really made such a mistake as that? And at all, or, rather, have they not gone to
America, waiting for the good time coming, But May was gone; and it was of no when the golden bees shall once more flaunt use to go on talking to the empty walls. on the Imperial purple, and the golden
drones once more shall batten in luxury and STRANGERS WITHIN OUR GATES. the Leicester-square and Soho quarters, or
riot ? Certainly we shall not find them in ALTHOUGH the close of the war and the whom we now purpose to visit.
amongst these strangers within our gates, restoration of order on the cessation of the
So, for a beginning, let us plunge up a Communistic reign of terror has enabled a vast proportion of those who, in the time of Leicester-square, and enter upon that
court at right angles with the north side of trouble, found in this island a refuge labyrinthine mass of devious ways and and a sanctuary (a few of whom we took crooked streets which forms a portion of occasion to describe on their first arrival),* Soho. Evidences of its foreign population * See ALL THE YEAR Round, New Series, vol. v. p. 133. meet you at once. The houses are common
and dingy, but many of the windows are mand. Look at the menu and mark the set off with long muslin blinds, omnipresent prices! A portion of soup, with the choice of in our neighbours' dwellings, never seen in three or four different kinds, for threepence; our own; “chambres garnies a louer,” a similar variety in fish for sixpenceand “moblierte zimmer zu vermiethen,” entrées such as you never see on a British are announcements constantly catching the bill of fare; croquettes, rognons à la vin de eye; the illuminated lamp of the tavern Sauterne, cotelettes à la soubise, for a shilat the corner of the street bears the words ling; a vegetable salad, unknown to British Deutscher Gasthof, and the sign of the cookery, for sixpence; and an omelette, dreary-looking house, which you would sweet or savoury, made with lightest hand never take to be an hotel, were it not and with best materials, for the same price. for the announcement, “table d'hôte à In short, we dine sumptuously with greater cinq heures,” in its windows, is A la Boule variety and infinitely more wholesomely d'Or.
Here, with the front window of than we could have done at any English his shop taken out, and himself exposed eating-house for double the money, for to the gaze of the clustering children, who, three shillings, and drink with our dinner however, are growing accustomed to him, a bottle of St. Julien, which costs the is the vender of fried potatoes, which he same sum, and which is decidedly sounder, shreds and cooks coram publico, and dis- better, and more palatable wine than that penses in pennyworths, done up in neat for which our family wine merchants, little paper cornets. Here are bakers’ shops, Messrs. Binney, charge us two guineas a filled with long, crisp, foreign rolls; coffee dozen. shops, over the blinds of which hang fiery And the company is pleasantly fresh and little democratie broad-sheets in French, strange.
At the table next to us sits German, and Italian ; restaurants of various a family party, consisting of papa and kinds. Let us enter one of these and glance mamma and little girl; French, and well at the company assembled.
to do; papa forty, fat, not to say greasy, A well-looking and well-to-do restaurant bald, with stray locks of hair brought up this, as one may judge from its external from the nape of his neck and from underappearance; the back of the fat bow win- neath his ear, and combed and flattened dow is covered by a red blind, through over the nude places on his skull. Papa is which the gaslight within gleams cheerily. voluble, and has no hesitation in telling the Before the curtain stands in either corner waiter that this is a fête day with him, and a gigantic hock bottle, flanking a framed that he is going in for what the Americans and printed extract from a daily news- call a “big lick.” Potage and poisson, paper recommendatory of the establish- entrées and hors d'oeuvres, rôts, compotes, ment. Pushing aside the swinging glass- glaces, and fromage de Brie, all these door and entering the narrow little pas- enter into his category of delicacies to be sage, we see at the far end the presiding devoured, while a bottle of champagne du genius of the establishment, bald, stout, pr-r-remier r-r-ang is ordered for his drink. middle-aged, standing in the glow of a Madame, tastefully attired in a tight-fitting brilliant, flameless, smokeless fire, which silk dress, with simple linen collar and is reflected on every side from the bright cuffs, but showing chignon enough for copper stew-pans above and around him. three, as she coolly takes off her bonnet After a distant glance at this maestro and and hangs it with her shawl above her his attendant imps, we open a door on the head, smiles benignly as the order is given; left, and find ourselves in the public room and mademoiselle, who is eight years of of the establishment; small tables are age, stands on tip-toe to look in the glass ranged here and there, table-clothed and to see if her two little gummy accrocheset after the usual fashion, save that the cæur curls are properly fixed on each napery is essentially foreign, as are the cheek-bone, and forthwith commences an white china plates and dishes, the light eye flirtation with the waiter. glass, the good-looking unserviceable cut- Just beyond this happy family sits solilery. In a corner facing us on the left tary a tall, thin, melancholy-looking man, hand sits the dame du comptoir, at a high whose worn frock-coat is buttoned to the raised desk, greeting our arrival, strangers throat, and whose thin, well-bred hands though we be, with a gracious bow and a are set off by no scrap of wristband. An pleasant smile. To us hurries at once a Italian this, a man of birth and breeding, quick, active waiter, French in his lan- | a man of education, and accustomed to guage, but German in his accent, bringing society twenty years ago, before the desothe menu of the day and asking our com- | lation of Novara and the defence of Rome.
He had a wife then and two children, but a Belgian, he has a very German soundall three, tender plants as they were, col. ing name), has been too long in Eng. lapsed under the effects of our brumous land to perniit any disturbance to take climate and our bitter spring winds, of the place in his house; a word and a smile scanty living and the wretched lodging, of from madame put the discomfited Frenchthe want of means and the lack of courage, men at their ease; a joke from their counto bear them out in fighting the great tryman, the head-waiter, causes the Gerbattle of life. And so the Marchese-such mans to modify their mirth, and by the is his rank in his native country—is left time M. Wetter, clothed and in his right alone. He gains a livelihood, such as it is, mind, has left his stew-pans and appeared by teaching music, by composing songs and amongst them, they are ready to mix busidedicating them to the young ladies his ness with pleasure by naming new bevepupils ; by“ making himself generally use- rages, and suggesting fresh orders, over the ful” at the evening parties, where his title coffee just brought into them. It is time and his button-hole ribbon, and his grand for our coffee too; but we will take it not air, procure for him an invitation and a here, but at Tutti's. good supper.
When he first came over Twenty years ago, when the Suspension here, he was proud, ambitious, touchy. Bridge, which now spans the Avon at None of these bad qualities any longer Clifton, spanned the Thames at Hungerhinder his career ; the man's heart is ford, a portion of the plot of ground now broken, that is all; he is really far more occupied by the magnificent shed, passages, happy than he was. To-day is a jour approaches, and hotel of the Charing Cross maigre with him, as he is dependent on his Railway, was covered by a very mangy own resources. He has dined for nine block of buildings known as Hungerford pence on soup and fish, and now lights up Market. A tenth - rate Billingsgate, a the blackened stump of an old cigar, which fiftieth-rate Covent Garden, a wretchedly he takes from his breast-pocket prepara- bad market in every possible way; in its tory to adjourning to another resort of his situation and shape, in the manner of its countrymen. Peace go with him! tradespeople, and in the quality of their
The three young fellows at the next wares, in the style of its customers, their table are of a very different class; light- tastes and their looks; was Hungerford. bearded, blue-eyed, curly-haired, dressed It pretended to sell fresh fish, and you in parodies of English garments made by could nose them in the lobby of the Adelphi foreign tailors, with short little feet almost Theatre; it pretended to sell fresh vegecovered by their rounded trousers, and tables, but, like certain eccentric modern with heavy, family signet-rings on their artists, all its greens were browns; its forefingers. They are unmistakably Ger- potatoes were flaccid and watery; and its
representatives of Rhenish wine- peas were of the colour of those immortal growers; perhaps, erst old comrades in vegetables which, according to the unMainz or Frankfurt, accidentally met to- dying joke, ought to have been sent gether in London, and cracking a bottle to Knightsbridge. Hungerford, too, atin remembrance of Deutschland, and in tempted a poor and colourless imitation of honour of Bruderschaft. These gentry are Leadenhall, by offering for sale poultry both thrifty and well paid, and there is no much too large for the coops in which occasion for them, at a meeting like this, they were confined, toy terriers, rabbits, to spare their prices. So the dinner is ex- guinea-pigs, and such small deer, uncomcellent, the wine-the landlord knows his fortable in appearance and unpleasant in customers, and, indeed, is a customer of odour. Many of the shops in the long, theirs-of the very best, and the conversa- dismal, dank arcades were untenanted, tion, in a singular mélange of English and abortive attempts to obtain a livelihood in German, rattles unceasingly. There are them being constantly made, and as conseveral other guests in the room; two or stantly failing. The voyagers then by the three English, who look up with a half- penny steam-boats, who took the arcade on amazed, half-amused air ; two or three their way from the pier to the Strand, splenetic Frenchmen, who twirl their scarcely exhibited any surprise when they moustaches angrily as the hated German saw one of these doleful tenements underlanguage breaks into their ears, and seem going regeneration at the builder's hands. inclined to take notice of the intolerant But as day by day revealed to them the assumption of the Teutonic commis voy- progress of an erection of quite an unacageurs. But M. Wetter, the host (though customed character, as they saw the ground
floor transformed into a shop, fitted with a Tutti and Frutti opened a shop in Holborn, counter indeed, but with a large, open, un- that other great artery of London traffic. glazed space where the window ought to When the short-lived English summer be, and furnished inside with little round was over, and the ice business was of marble tables and foreign chairs—when course at an end, they took to selling they marked the sign-board, on which chocolate, in which, both liquid and solid, was painted a wine-glass piled high above they did a very good business. the brim with some composition, partly So the whirligig of time went on and red, partly white-when, finally, the pro- brought with it various changes. What bemoters of the establishment announced came of Frutti, whether he died or whether themselves in long, thin, foreign-looking he retired to his native country, with the letters as Tutti and Frutti, from Bologna, fortune he had made out of English pennies, manufacturers of penny ices, the British is not known. Another Tutti, a relative public wondered indeed! Penny ices ? of the original, appeared upon the scene, Nonsense! Ices were a magnificent luxury and erected a large music-hall very near for the delectation of the wealthy alone, the spot upon which the old ice-shop stood, costing sometimes a shilling, and never while the original Tutti embarked his less than sixpence ! The Hungerford savings in the establishment of what is still Market frequenting public had stared with the largest café restaurant in England. curious and longing eyes at countesses The premises in which he started had been eating ices, as they reclined in their car- well known to the public, in two or three riages opposite Mr. Gunter's or Mr. other forms, for many years. First in our Grange's shop, and now these delicacies memory as a hall of science, where Perwere about to be offered for a penny. It kins's steam-gun poured forth its shower was absurd ! Nevertheless, the day of of bullets against the iron target, and where opening came, and those hardy spirits, the electrical eel distributed convulsive who had the courage to enter the pre- shocks to those who were weak-minded mises, found themselves received by black- enough to touch it. Then the building bearded, black-eyed foreigners, unintelli- experienced another phase, and became a gible in speech, but courteous in manner, casino, “an establishment,” to quote its who ladled out glass after glass, piled up description from an excellent farce by Mr. after the manner of the picture on the Shirley Brooks, “promoted by the Early sign-board, with marvellous rapidity. Per- Closing Association for the moral improvehaps to their great astonishment, the con- ment of young Holborn,” a dancing-hall
, sumers found that there was no doubt where was to be found the best ball band about its being ice. The first mouthful in London, with Henri Laurent for its consettled that! It was very cold, and very ductor, and Arban for its cornet. These succulent, and very nice, and it only cost a were the days of the Olga, and the Bridal, penny! Messrs. Tutti and Frutti sprang and the Valse d'Amour, of the Jupiter and into great and sudden popularity ; their Annen, and the Firefly polkas, of the Postice-shop was a success. After sweltering Horn and Sturm-Marsch galops. Do people in a crowded steam-boat, under a July sun, dance now? Perhaps they do. The subit was pleasant to cool oneself with a glace ject has ceased to be of the smallest interest à la Vanille (the foreign language giving it to the present writer. quite an additional flavour) in the shady After a little time the band and its frearcades of Hungerford. It sounded rather quenters moved to more spacious quarters, well for the gentlemen members of a party and the gallery became empty and deserted. proceeding per Citizen steamer up the river, From time to time attempts were made to to invite the lady members to take “a galvanise it into life again. Was it there hice” before they embarked. Some of the that we found ourselves one of five, the dashing young bloods of the day (young rest of the audience being composed of bloods, be it understood, in a very minor three old women and a child in a tartan degree) began to speak of the shop as a dress, looking on at Pokey's Paris, and " caffy," and found that to sit at the trying hard to believe we were in a balloon marble-topped tables with their hats on overhanging that capital? Was it there one side, and the fringed ends of their Join. that we witnessed 'a bottle of chamville ties well pulled out, was almost as pagne uncorked by Horace Plastic,” which good as going to “ Bolong.” So that soon probably shared the fate of other bottles of the establishment at Hungerford was found champagne, and was drunk out at once ? to be insufficient for the business, and Was it there that we underwent that driest
and most awful ordeal of all, when we laugh of triumph, two or three of the looked on while a Scotch gentleman spread large tables in the middle of the upper out before a very select audience the con- end of the room are given up to noisy, vivatents of the Gaberlunzie Wallet-a collec- cious, gesticulating Frenchmen, the clatter tion of Northern“ wut” and wisdom most of whose tongues is as loud as the rattle of superlatively dreary ? Then came an en- the dominoes with which they are playing. tirely dead period, during which Tutti saw During the Franco-Prussian war, the tide his opportunity, and transformed the gal- of discussion used to run tolerably high lery into what it now is.
between the representatives of the two Entering through the swinging glass- nationalities, and even now they keep doors, we will take the staircase immedi- apart and there is no fusion between them. ately on our left and descend into the lower Tutti's has its celebrities, and some of regions. A long and narrow hall, spacious them are here to-night. That handsome enough to contain fifteen billiard-tables, old man with high forehead, aquiline nose, three being set aside for pool, and all being white hair, and soft white beard is Herr generally engaged throughout the evening. Steinmetz, at one time the finest chessThe floor above is a very grand hall, lofty, player in Europe. The matches that he spacious, and handsome, plentifully de- has won against fearful odds; how he has corated with looking-glass, and fitted from held his own against several players at the end to end with a row of divans and of same time; the games which he has played marble-topped tables on either side, and with bandaged eyes, or with his face turned with a double row of both down the middle. to the wall, are they not written in the While nearly all these seats and tables are chronicles of the sporting press and in the filled by a tacit though thoroughly well- hearts of his admirers ? He is an old man understood agreement amongst the fre- now, and does not play nearly so much as quenters of the room, different portions formerly, contenting himself with looking of it are set aside for different purposes. on at the prowess of his successors, and Thus, while the tables on the right-hand occasionally giving advice, which is always side are occupied by the chess-players, who followed. Yon black-bearded, bright-eyed, are gathered together in force (Tutti's olive-skinned little man with the closebeing the acknowledged head-quarters of cropped head, who is expelling smoke from the game, and frequented by its most skil- | his mouth, his nostrils, and apparently his ful exponents and their admiring friends), ears, as he rattles the dominoes with quick, the tables on the left-hand side are gene- lithe movements, is Etienne Didot, Parisian rally patronised by such visitors as may journalist, and hero of the Commune, who have dropped in for the purpose of con- boasts of having recommended that not versation, or by those who have ladies with merely the hostages, but that everybody them. And when we say ladies we use else should be shot, but who was glad enough the word in its integrity. A glance round at the restoration of order to lie hidden in Tutti's would convince any one in a moment a picture-dealer's garret, and to make his that it was not at all the place where escape to England disguised as a peasant. Madame. Lais or Fraulein Phryne would And here, bending over the most doughtily be amused or even at her ease. During contested chess match, is a somewhat the daytime Tutti's is generally patronised worn, shrewd face, which comes upon you by ladies, and after the morning perform- in connexion with other associations, with ances of pantomimes it is, we understand, the Park and the Row, with the Bellona a sight to see the mothers and the children Club and Skindle’s, with a life as different regaling themselves on chocolate and as may be from that passed at Tutti's. bread-and-butter, preparatory to departure The shrewd-looking man is Stewart of Pithomeward by suburban trains. At night, cairn, whose knowledge of the world is lady visitors are much fewer in number, but varied and extensive: at Eton, in a cavalry of the same thoroughly respectable class, regiment, as a Highland laird, as a wanand then, as we have observed, they gene- derer throughout the old world and the rally sit on the left-hand side of the room. new world; who has been soldier, traveller, Another thing to be noticed is, that while sportsman, and landed proprietor; petted the chess-tables and draught-boards are by women, liked by men, reverenced by principally occupied by solid Britishers, his clan, and who in the autumn of his life or more solid Germans, silent mostly, finds the greatest amusement in smoking bending over their game and emitting his meerschaum pipe and playing chess, or every now and then thick puffs of smoke, watching chess played, at Tutti's; not that å grunt of perplexity, or a deep short | he has less money or less position, only he