My Novel — Volume 04 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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though he still goes now and then to the Odd Fellows, and takes his
glass; but his wife comes and fetches him away before he can do himself any harm." "Mrs. Avenel is the same as ever?" "She holds her head higher, I think," said the landlord, smiling. "She was always--not exactly proud like, but what I calls Bumptious." "I never heard that word before," said the parson, laying down his knife and fork. "Bumptious indeed, though I believe it is not in the dictionary, has crept into familiar parlance, especially amongst young folks at school and college." "Bumptious is bumptious, and gumptious is Bumptious," said the landlord, delighted to puzzle a parson. "Now the town beadle is bumptious, and Mrs. Avenel is Bumptious." "She is a very respectable woman," said Mr. Dale, somewhat rebukingly. "In course, sir, all gumptious folks are; they value themselves on their respectability, and looks down on their neighbours." PARSON (still philologically occupied).--"Gumptious--gumptious. I think I remember the substantive at school,--not that my master taught it to me. 'Gumption'--it means cleverness." LANDLORD (doggedly).--"There's gumption and Bumptious! Gumption is knowing; but when I say that sum 'un is gumptious, I mean--though that's more vulgar like--sum 'un who does not think small beer of hisself. You |
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