Chapter 45: XII

XII Meaning Mischief Up came the sun, streaming all over London, and in its glorious impartiality even condescending to make prismatic sparkles in the whiskers of Mr. Alfred Lammle as he sat at breakfast. In need of some brightening from without, was Mr. Alfred Lammle, for he had the air of being dull enough within, and looked grievously discontented. Mrs. Alfred Lammle faced her lord. The happy pair of swindlers, with the comfortable tie between them that each had swindled the other, …