The Footpills --as Arthur Mifflin, the leading juvenile in the great play, insisted upon calling it, much to George's disapproval--was his first piece.
The struggle between George and George's conscience was brief.
The elimination of the third factor had a restorative effect upon George's conversation, which had begun to languish.
'Well, here we are,' he said, kicking breezily at George's leg with his cane.
A moment comes in the life of every man when an inward voice whispers to him, 'This is The One!' In George's case the voice had not whispered; it had shouted.
A warm and prickly sensation began to manifest itself in the region of George's forehead.
They had a very jolly evening, and sat up late, and, by the time they came to go to bed, they (this was when George's father was a very young man) were slightly jolly, too.
There was silence for a moment, and then George's father said:
"Why, there's a man in my bed," said George's father; "here's his feet on my pillow."
I slipped on what clothes I could find about - some of my own, and some of George's and Harris's - and crept under the canvas on to the bank.
Penetrating to the heart of this region, he arrives by a court and a long whitewashed passage at a great brick building composed of bare walls, floors, roof-rafters, and skylights, on the front of which, if it can be said to have any front, is painted GEORGE'S SHOOTING GALLERY, &c.
Into George's Shooting Gallery, &c., he goes; and in it there are gaslights (partly turned off now), and two whitened targets for rifle-shooting, and archery accommodation, and fencing appliances, and all necessaries for the British art of boxing.
This custodian of George's Gallery in George's absence concludes his proceedings, when he has locked the great doors and turned out all the lights but one, which he leaves to glimmer, by dragging out from a wooden cabin in a corner two mattresses and bedding.
He'd take him back, and put him to hoeing and digging, and "see if he'd step about so smart." Accordingly, the manufacturer and all hands concerned were astounded when he suddenly demanded George's wages, and announced his intention of taking him home.
And so fell George's last hope;--nothing before him but a life of toil and drudgery, rendered more bitter by every little smarting vexation and indignity which tyrannical ingenuity could devise.