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But one white and sickly fellow looked back to say: "An' it's a graat pity for a yoong mon like you, sir, to be doin' Muster Melrose's dirty work taakin' o' the police as though yo' had 'em oop your sleeve!" "Haven't I done what I could for you?" cried Faversham, stung by the reproach, and its effect on Lydia's face. "Aye mebbe but it's nowt to boast on."
Melrose's solicitors gracefully let her know that the allowance was raised by twenty pounds! On fifteen pounds therefore she and the girl are expected to exist for the quarter and support the old father.
"You would expect me to live in this house?" "I gather these rooms are not disagreeable to you?" "Disagreeable! They are too sumptuous. If I did this thing, sir, I should want to do it in a businesslike way." "You want an office? Take your choice." Melrose's gesture indicated the rest of the house. "There are rooms enough.
Melrose's taste! and such things!" In the wake of this soft, gesticulating whirlwind, followed Lydia, waiting patiently with her bright and humorous look till her mother should give her the chance of a word. Her gray dress, and white hat, her little white scarf, a trifle old-fashioned, and the pansies at her belt seemed to Tatham's eager eyes the very perfection of dress.
Dixon, who had hurried after him, ran for brandy, crying also for help. Faversham snatched a cushion, put it under the dying man's head, and loosened his clothing. Melrose's eyelids fluttered once or twice, then sank. With a low groan, a gush of blood from the mouth, he passed away while Dixon prayed. "May the Lord have mercy mercy!" The old man rocked to and fro beside the corpse in an anguish.
"Remember the bungalow? And Nick ah, how's Nick?" he brought out triumphantly. "Oh, yes darling Nick?" Mrs. Melrose chimed in; and Susy, her head erect, her cheeks aflame, declared with resonance: "Most awfully well splendidly!" "He's not here, though?" from Fulmer. "No. He's off travelling cruising." Mrs. Melrose's attention was faintly roused. "With anybody interesting?"
The speaker looked impatiently up the road; and, as he spoke, a couple of labourers appeared at the top of the hill, carrying a hurdle between them. Dixon threw looks of mingled wrath and perplexity at the doctor, and the men. "I tell yo', doctor, it conno' be done! Muster Melrose's orders mun be obeyed. I have noa power to admit onybody to his house withoot his leave.
March arrived. And one day Anastasia came to tell her mistress that she had received orders to pack Mr. Melrose's portmanteaus for departure. Netta brooded all day, sitting silent and pale in the window-seat, with some embroidery which she never touched on her knee. Outside, not a sign of spring!
Dixon had shown a curious agitation when, that morning, Faversham had conveyed to her Melrose's instructions to prepare a certain room on the first floor as the agent's future bedroom. "Aye, sir, aye but it wor Mrs. Melrose's room," she had said, looking down, her lip twitching a little, her old hands fumbling with the strings of her apron.
His room was now connected with Melrose's room, at the other end of the house, as well as with Pengarth. He put his ear to the receiver. "Yes?" "I want to speak to you." He rose unwillingly. But at least he could air the room, which he would not have ventured to do, if Melrose were coming to him as usual for the ten minutes' hectoring, which now served as conversation between them, before bedtime.
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