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Hurd, Bishop of Worcester, Johnson said to a friend, 'Hurd, Sir, is one of a set of men who account for every thing systematically; for instance, it has been a fashion to wear scarlet breeches; these men would tell you, that according to causes and effects, no other wear could at that time have been chosen. He, however, said of him at another time to the same gentleman, 'Hurd, Sir, is a man whose acquaintance is a valuable acquisition.
"I am about to take charge of insuring all the properties of the Massachusetts Light, Heat, and Traction Company, John M. Hurd, President," he announced. Mr. Osgood permitted himself a slight smile. "My dear young friend," he said, "you have given yourself a life sentence at hard labor." Wilkinson sat down. "All the better reason why I need assistance," he rejoined. "I need everybody's assistance.
Oh pray, pray, pray send for Dr. Sampson." Mr. Hurd said he would go for Dr. Sampson. She thanked him warmly. Then she crept away to her bedroom, and locked herself in, and sat on the hearthrug, and thought, and thought, and recalled every word and tone of her Alfred; comparing things old and new. Dr. Sampson was a few miles out of town, visiting a patient.
When she was safely off the premises, Hurd walked to the telegraph office, and sent a cipher message to the Yard, asking for a couple of plain clothes policemen to be sent down. He wanted to have Hokar and Miss Matilda Junk watched, also the house, in case Mrs. Krill and her daughter should return. Captain Jessop he proposed to look after himself.
There was no sign of the third person who had been in the car, and even at this crucial moment Buck found time to observe the absence of his horse, Pete, and wondered momentarily what had become of him. "Yuh an' Hurd go back to the car." Lynch broke the silence in a tone of sudden decision. "I'll tend to this business, an' there won't be no shootin' neither. Hustle, now!
Krill, who was always looking for her husband, that a one-eyed bookseller in Gwynne Street, Drury Lane, had fainted when he saw the very identical brooch showed him by another cove." "Beecot. I know. Didn't you wonder how the brooch had left the pawnshop?" asked Hurd, very attentive. "No, I didn't," snarled Jessop, who was growing cross.
And this Matilda is just like Deborah in looks a large Dutch doll with beady eyes and a badly painted face." "Well, that's a point," said Hurd, making a note. "What did she say about the photograph?" "Oh, that it was one of Mr. Hay who was Miss Krill's young man, and that they had been engaged for two years " "Matilda seems to be a chatterbox." "She is. I got a lot out of her."
And for years after their marriage Hurd had allowed her to govern him. He had been so patient, so hard-working, such a kind husband and father, so full of a dumb wish to show her he was grateful to her for marrying such a fellow as he. The quarrel with Westall seemed to have sunk out of his mind. He never spoke to or of him.
It was Archbishop Markham to whom Johnson made the famous bow; ante, vol. iv, just before April 10, 1783. John Fell published in 1779 Demoniacs; an Enquiry into the Heathen and Scripture Doctrine of Daemons. For Hurd see ante, under June 9,1784. See Forster's Essays, ii 304-9. Mr. Forster often quotes Cooke in his Life of Goldsmith.
Hurd nodded smilingly and continued. "One night it was dark and stormy Lady Rachel had a row royal with her father. Then she ran out of the Hall saying her father would never see her alive again. She may have intended to commit suicide certainly, or she may have intended to join her lover in London. But whatever she intended to do, the rain cooled her.
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