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Hobbs that Cedric was not really far away, and would come back again; that some day he would look up from his paper and see the little lad standing in the door-way, in his white suit and red stockings, and with his straw hat on the back of his head, and would hear him say in his cheerful little voice: "Hello, Mr. Hobbs! This is a hot day isn't it?"
Miss Crawley was, in consequence, an object of great respect when she came to Queen's Crawley, for she had a balance at her banker's which would have made her beloved anywhere. What a dignity it gives an old lady, that balance at the banker's! How the junior partner of Hobbs and Dobbs leads her smiling to the carriage with the lozenge upon it, and the fat wheezy coachman!
Hobbs on this memorable afternoon are quickly chronicled, notwithstanding the fact that he lived an age while they were transpiring, and experienced sensations that would still be fresh in his memory if he lived to be a hundred.
We not only owe Hobbs a good deal, but as much more in smaller bills to others, and there is no money to pay them. I've worried about them more than you know, or than I cared to have you. One of two things must be done, either borrow money and pay these bills or I must go away and earn some."
There seemed no possibility of getting inside the Castle grounds. He had done his duty and he laughed bitterly as he thought of it he had been ridden down by the men he came to save. Some one was shouting his name behind in the scurrying crowd. He turned for a single glance backward. Little Mr. Hobbs, pale as a ghost, his cap gone, his clothing torn, was panting at his elbow.
Near the elbow in the lower road, at the foot of the precipice, where lay so still the form of pretty Dorothy Dale, the old horse slowed up. Mrs. Hobbs saw the girl lying by the water's edge. "Mercy on us, Josiah!" she cried. "It's a girl!" "Sure as you live!" replied the old man, giving the reins a jerk. "What can have happened to the little one?"
"By the way, remind me to look up the Baron just as soon as we get back to town this evening." "If we ever get back!" muttered the unhappy Mr. Hobbs. Prophetic lamentation! In due time they rode into the sombre solitudes of Ganlook Gap and up to the Witch's glen. Here Mr. Hobbs balked. He refused to adventure farther than the mouth of the stony ravine.
Don't you stop eating, though. Hobbs, stop your wandering around there and sit down and listen." Barry took his Bible. "Cameron," he said, "one comfort in reading the Bible to a chap with a father like yours is that you know all about the thing already context, historical references and theological teaching therefore, no need of comment. Also you have a good imagination to see things.
The bounder ought to be in jail instead of giving dinner-parties. Imagine Doris eating in that house!" "Ay! Sweetbreads an' saddle o' lamb," interjected Hobbs with the air of one imparting a secret. Elkin was pallid with wrath. He glared at Hobbs. "What I had in my mind was the impudence of the blighter," he said shrilly.
The fountain had been taken away, because it made the house damp; and there was such a broad carriage-drive from the gate to the house! The gate was no longer the modest green wooden gate, ever ajar with its easy latch; but a tall, cast-iron, well-locked gate, between two pillars to match the porch. And on one of the gates was a brass plate, on which was graven, "Hobbs' Lodge Ring the bell."
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