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"Ha! our party is complete," said Holmes, buttoning up his pea-jacket, and taking his heavy hunting crop from the rack. "Watson, I think you know Mr. Jones, of Scotland Yard? Let me introduce you to Mr. Merryweather, who is to be our companion in to-night's adventure." "We're hunting in couples again, doctor, you see," said Jones, in his consequential way.
The spokesman thus reminded of the shrill boy's presence, introduced him. 'Doctor Ginery Dunkle, sir. A gentleman of great poetical elements. He has recently jined us here, sir, and is an acquisition to us, sir, I do assure you. Yes, sir. Mr Jodd, sir. Mr Izzard, sir. Mr Julius Bib, sir. 'Julius Washington Merryweather Bib, said the gentleman himself TO himself. 'I beg your pardon, sir.
It was a small steam launch, gayly adorned with paint and streamers; in the bow stood a light, girlish figure, waving a handkerchief and gesticulating with fervour. "Who can it be?" asked Mrs. Merryweather. "The boat is from Pollock's Cove, isn't it, Roger?" "Yes; but I see no one on board that I know. That young lady evidently thinks she is coming among friends, however.
"Ha! our party is complete," said Holmes, buttoning up his pea-jacket, and taking his heavy hunting crop from the rack. "Watson, I think you know Mr. Jones, of Scotland Yard? Let me introduce you to Mr. Merryweather, who is to be our companion in to-night's adventure." "We're hunting in couples again, doctor, you see," said Jones, in his consequential way.
"The rats are bad enough," said Miss Merle Merryweather. "But look how he uses up the cats. He's had three die on him in the last two weeks to my certain knowledge. They're only alley-cats, but they've got feelings. It's that boxing match that does for them." The boxing match, sure always of a great hand from the audience, invariably concluded Duckworth's turn.
Mr. Finnerty had previously sent up a petition, but this discussion arose upon Sir Samuel Romilly presenting a petition from Thomas Houlden late a prisoner for debt in the said Gaol of Lincoln. Sir Samuel moved for a committee of the House, to inquire into the grounds of the complaint preferred by Mr. Houlden against MERRYWEATHER, the Gaoler and Dr.
"Ah, it's the light women like Molly Merryweather that draws the eyes of the young," lamented old Adam. "A pretty bit of vanity, is she?" inquired the stranger lightly, and fell back the next instant before the vigorous form of the miller, who swung round upon him with the smothered retort, "That's a lie!"
Merryweather had a quizzical reply on the tip of her tongue, but glancing at Roger's face, thought better of it, and merely said, "My dear boy, don't be absurd!" "I don't mean to be absurd," said Roger, sitting upright, and forgetting his pebbles. "But well, I am a kind of grandfather to all the children, you know, and she would naturally eh? regard me in the same light.
Merryweather asked if she had come over from Pollock's Cove. "Oh, yes! I am staying there for a day or two. Some friends of mine are there, charming people, and I heard that Hildegarde was here, and of course I flew to see her. She is my oldest and dearest friend, Mrs. Merryweather." "Indeed!" said Mrs. Merryweather, with friendly interest. "Yes, indeed.
Grahame was already there, having gone over early, at the Colonel's request, to help in arranging certain little matters which he considered beyond the province of his good housekeeper; and now it was time for the "beneficiary," as Gerald Merryweather called her, to follow. Hildegarde was dressed in white, of course; she always wore white in the evening.
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