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If you were to ask the bookseller at Blickley, who supplies our club, he would tell you that we are rather intellectual people: and I hope you will see, when our friends have called on you, that though we seem to be living out of the world, we are not without our pleasures. I think, Sophia, the Levitts will certainly call." "Oh, yes, mamma, to-morrow, I have no doubt."
She had endeavoured to procure an additional work-woman or two from among her neighbours, and then from Blickley: but her neighbours were busy with their domestic troubles, and the Blickley people wanted more mourning than the hands there could supply; so Miss Nares and Miss Flint had been compelled to work night and day, till they both looked as if they had had the sickness, and were justified in saying that no money could pay them for what they were undergoing.
It is pleasant enough to have no insult and danger to apprehend; but what will you say to having no funds?" "We shall see when that time comes, love. Meantime, here is breakfast, and the sweet Sunday all before us?" The pressure of her hand by her husband effaced all woes, present and future. "Who is Mr Walcot?" asked Margaret. "Somebody from Blickley, I suppose," said Hester. "No," replied Hope.
Morris hoped that this also was over now. She had met some of these conjurors on the Blickley road; and seen others breaking up their establishment in the lanes, and turning their backs upon Deerbrook. Whether they were scared away by the mortality of the place, or had found the tide of fortune-telling beginning to turn, mattered nothing as long as they were gone.
Without this, neither Mrs Rowland, nor any one else, could persuade them that I rob the churchyard, and vaccinate children to get patients, and draw good teeth to sell again." "Oh, monstrous!" said Margaret, who yet could not help laughing. "You never draw teeth, do you?" "Sometimes; but not when I can get people to go to the dentist at Blickley.
This was settled, and he rode off with almost his usual gaiety of air. He saw Mr Rowland before night. The next day but one, a travelling-carriage from Blickley was seen standing at Mr Rowland's door; and before the clock struck nine, it was loaded with trunks and band-boxes, and crowded with people. As it drove down the village street, merry little faces appeared at each carriage window.
While it was being agreed that a nurse must be found immediately for Maria, and that the glazier at Blickley must have notice to send people to mend the windows as early as possible to-morrow morning, a letter was brought in, which looked longer, but less grand, than Sir William Hunter's. It was from Mr Rowland. "My Dear Sir, Sunday Morning, 7 o'clock.
They had seen Enderby in Mr Rowland's gig on the Blickley road. He had his carpet-bag with him; and Mr Rowland's man was undoubtedly driving him to Blickley, to meet the night coach for London. "It is better to save you all further useless expectation," observed Edward. "We keep nothing from you." "You keep nothing from me!" said Margaret, now fixing her eyes upon him.
"Oh, she was got rid of sent away to save the credit of the gentleman in the corner-house. But these things will come out, my lady. You are aware that the Russell Taylors have for some time been employing Mr Foster, from Blickley?" "Ah, true! I had heard of that." With unrelaxed gravity, Lady Hunter returned to her equipage, carrying with her Miss Nares's newest cap and story.
Are not those wheels passing? Yes; surely I heard wheels rolling over the snow." She was right. In five minutes more, Margaret had to open the door to her brother. Hope had arrived at Blickley only just in time to drive Morris up to the door of the Birmingham coach, and put her in as the guard was blowing his horn. Mr Grey's horse had gone badly, and they had been full late in setting off.
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