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'Batsy knows it; about dear mamma. 'Indeed! said Merton. 'Tommy, why did you come here? 'I don't know. I told you that None-so-pretty told us to. She did it after she saw that when we were bathing. Tommy raised one of his little loose breeks that did not cover the knee. That was not pleasant to look on: it was on the inside of the right thigh. 'How did you get hurt there? asked Merton.
'And she told you to come here? 'Yes, she had read your printed article. 'Well, here is luncheon, said Merton, and bade the office boy call Miss Blossom from the inner chamber to share the meal. Batsy had as low a chair as possible, and was disposing her napkin to do the duty of a pinafore. Miss Blossom entered from within with downcast eyes. 'None-so-pretty!
'I want her to hear me declare before I go, said she, 'that this stroke was delivered by myself upon myself. But when I rose to look for Batsy I found that the shock of her mistress's fatal act had killed her and that only her dead body was lying across the window-sill of the adjoining room.
'Now, Tommy, said Merton, 'we must waken Batsy, and Miss Blossom is going to take you both home. Hope we shall often meet. He called Miss Blossom; Batsy kissed both of her new friends.
Abel had, and being filled with importance too, showed it to the doctor and to Mr. Fenton. It was withered and faded in hue, but it was unmistakably an orchid of the rarest description. "It was lying near Batsy," explained Abel. "I drew Mr. Fenton's attention to it at the time, but he scarcely noticed it." "I will make up for my indifference now," said that gentleman.
I could not, and so, yielding to the impulse of the moment, without any realisation, I here swear, of the effect which my unexpected presence would have on the noble woman overhead, I slipped up the narrow staircase, and catching at that moment the sound of her voice calling out to Batsy, I stepped up to the door I saw standing open before me and confronted her before she could move from the table before which she was sitting, counting over a large roll of money.
The feeling, the pathos, the anguish even, to be found in his tone made this story, strange and incredible as it seemed, appear for the moment plausible. "And Batsy?" asked the coroner. "Must have fallen when we did, for I never heard her voice after the first scream. But I shall speak of her again. What I must now explain is how the money in Mrs.
Merton solemnly unrolled it; it contained the advertisement of his firm. 'Yes, he said, 'I wrote that. 'You got our letters, for you answered them, said Mr. Apsley, with equal solemnity. 'Why do you want Bats and me? 'The lady's name is Bats? said Merton, wondering why he was supposed to 'want' either of the pair. 'My name is Batsy. I like you: you are pretty, said Miss Apsley.
As for the aforementioned flower, what more natural than that Frederick should have transferred it from her hair to his buttonhole during some of their interviews at the ball, and that it should have fallen from its place to the floor in the midst of his possible struggle with Batsy? And with this assumption of her perfect knowledge as to who the man was who had entered Mrs.
'I see that I need not introduce you to my young friends, Miss Blossom, said Merton. 'May I beg you to help Miss Apsley to arrange her tucker? Miss Blossom, almost unbecomingly brilliant in her complexion, did as she was asked. Batsy had cold chicken, new potatoes, green peas, and two helpings of apricot tart. Tommy devoted himself to cutlets.
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