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Unfortunately he didn't know any one, but the nurse said he had been mentioning my name, and in a kind way. 'Capital! Hadn't you better walk in that direction this afternoon? 'Yes, perhaps I had, and yet, you know, I hate to have it supposed that I am hovering about him. 'All the same, go. Shergold pointed to a chair. 'Sit down a bit. I have been having a talk with Dr. Salmon.
Henry Shergold, a gentleman at present studying for his uncle's profession. This paragraph caught the eye of Harvey Munden, who sent a line to his friend, to ask if it was true. In reply he received a mere postcard: 'Yes. Will see you before long. But Harvey wanted to be off to Como, and as business took him into the city, he crossed the river and sought Maze Pond.
Shergold had been led by her relatives to believe that some day the poor fellow would have his uncle's money, and her wiles ultimately overcame Shergold's resistance. He, now studying law at the doctor's expense, found himself once more abandoned, and reduced to get his living as a solicitor's clerk.
'He has left me about eighty thousand pounds, Shergold replied, in a low, shaken voice. 'I'm told there are big legacies to hospitals as well. Heavens! how rich he was! 'When is the funeral? 'Friday. 'Where shall you live in the meantime? 'I don't know I haven't thought about it. 'I should go to some hotel, if I were you, said Munden, 'and I have a proposal to make.
Harvey heard a step, looked up, and shuddered. The bore began his attack in form; Harvey parried with as much resolution as his kindly nature permitted. 'You know that Dr. Shergold is dying? fell casually from the imperturbable man. 'Dying? Munden was startled into attention, and the full flow of gossip swept about him. Yes, the great Dr.
He was a farm-labourer, named Shergold one of the South Wiltshire surnames very common in the early part of last century, which now appear to be dying out described as a very big, powerful man, full of life and energy.
It was plain to Harvey that some mystery lay in his friend's reserve on the subject of the girl Emma; he was still anxious, but would not lead the talk to unpleasant things. Shergold drank like a thirsty man, and the whisky seemed to make him silent. Presently he fell into absolute muteness, and lay wearily back in his chair. 'The excitement has been too much for you, Munden remarked.
Her eyes did not quit his face for a moment; her attitude betokened the utmost keenness of suspicious observation. 'Nothing's put me out, that I know of. 'Yet you don't speak very nicely not very respectfully. Perhaps' he paused 'perhaps Mr. Shergold is going to leave? 'P'r'aps he may be. 'And you're vexed at losing a lodger. He saw her lip curl and then she laughed. 'You're wrong there.
The marriage was a hideous disaster; in three years it brought Shergold to an attempted suicide, for which he had to appear at the police-court. His relative, the distinguished doctor, who had hitherto done nothing for him, now came forward with counsel and assistance.
Shergold, and the other by Mr. Hicks, who also keeps the coffee-house. The place on which the company usually walk in the evening is a large field near the sea, called the Stean, which is kept in proper order for that purpose, and whereon several shops with piazzas and benches therein are erected, as is also a building to perform in when the weather will permit.
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