CHAPTER XXII
IN WHICH PHILIP RENEWS HIS YOUTH
When Horace and Johnny resumed their walk along
the King's Parade, they felt at least two inches taller
for having rubbed shoulders with the aristocracy.
Everybody does, Sir, says Mr. Thackeray; and no one
is a penny the worse for this national feeling, we venture
to hope, provided it is not carried to excess. Certainly
the girls of Brighthelmstone had a rare treat for
the rest of the day, Johnny and Horace putting on wonderful
"side," and setting their hats at an angle warranted
to kill at sight.
The Idol of the Profession ought never to have married a Toff. Still, they all did it if they had the chance, so you could hardly blame her. But the great thing was, she hadn't changed at all. She was just the same honest pal as when she played at the Queen's at Leeds. Her heart was still in the right place in spite of her elevation. It wasn't always so, but it was in this case. She was one of the very best, and she had proved it that morning to five places of decimals recurring, by not being ashamed of old friends.
Thus you see, my lords and gentlemen, in spite of
