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Miss Batchelor's too clever to take all that in." "Well, but it's true. You are going to be a barrister, and everybody knows that barristers grow into judges, if you feed them properly." "But I haven't the remotest intention of being a barrister. How did you get hold of that notion?" "Oh, I knew it all along. Papa said so." "You must have been mistaken." "Not a bit.
Nevill Tyson had no peers in Drayton Parva. She was tried by an invisible and incorruptible jury of ideas in Miss Batchelor's head. Opinion sways all things in Drayton Parva, and Miss Batchelor swayed opinion. As for Mr. Nevill Tyson, he had dropped into Leicestershire from heaven knows where, and was understood to be more or less on his trial.
Letty assented, and they walked along the village, she looking curiously into the open doors of the houses, by way of return for the inquisitive attention once more lavished upon herself and George. "The houses are quite comfortable," she said presently. "And I looked into Mrs. Batchelor's back room while you were talking. It was just as Mrs.
"I don't know," said Horncastle, pretending not to be aware that I was in the room. "Batchelor's got some good points about him, and now the other's gone he might improve if he stayed with us." "Besides, he's got his lodgings paid for him, so I've heard," said another. "Yes, there's something in that. And on the whole he's a pretty decent hullo, Batchelor, I never knew you were here.
"Where goin'?" asked Ben with masculine brevity. "Got to carry this home, hang the old thing." "Where to?" "Batchelor's, down yonder," and the boy pointed to a farm-house at the foot of the next hill. "Goin' that way, take it right along." "What for?" questioned the prudent youth, distrusting such unusual neighborliness.
Nevill Tyson's waist; she was first cousin to the landlord of "The Cross-Roads," where the Captain retired on the night of the quarrel, and she was sister to Miss Batchelor's maid. The scandal was all in the family. It was this circumstance, no doubt, that had given such color and consistency to the floating rumor. Swinny, having regard to her testimonials, was not openly offensive.
She lay back in her attitude of indifference, watching her son, and watched by Miss Batchelor's sharp eyes and heartless brain. Heartless? Well, I can't say. Not altogether, perhaps. Goodness knows what went on in the heart of that extraordinary woman, condemned by her own cleverness to perpetual maidenhood. "How very odd," said she to Mrs. Nevill Tyson. To herself she said, "I thought so.
I only wish I could promise him that the record of my folly should end here. But, alas! if he has patience to read my story to the end he will find that Frederick Batchelor's folly was too inveterate to be chased away by two black eyes and a piece of bad news. But for the time being I was fairly cowed.
"Where goin'?" asked Ben with masculine brevity. "Got to carry this home, hang the old thing!" "Where to?" "Batchelor's, down yonder," and the boy pointed to a farm-house at the foot of the next hill. "Goin' that way, take it right along." "What for?" questioned the prudent youth, distrusting such unusual neighborliness.
"Hawkesbury, repeat once more, in Batchelor's hearing, what you have already told us." He kept his head down and his face averted from me as he said, "I arrived here at a quarter to nine this morning, and noticed the door of this room open, and when I came to see who was there I saw Batchelor in the act of shutting the safe. He did not notice me at first, not until he was coming out of the room.
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