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At last he doubted whether it would do at all, flung the unfinished letter back into the chest, and disposed himself to sleep. While anxiety and trouble were brooding over the steward's dwelling, while dismay and disappointment were clouding the souls of its inhabitants, the hall of the Muses was merry with feasting and laughter.
Christian lent an eager ear to the stories of his steward's iniquities; but, when he found there was no shred of proof to support them, his anger and disappointment vented themselves on the informer. He had long suspected Faaborg of irregularities in his purse-holding, and in these suspicions found a weapon to use against him.
Wrenn, who was proven a scholar by the reading of real bound books an English history and a second-hand copy of Haunts of Historic English Writers, purchased in Liverpool and who was willing to listen to the steward's serial story of how his woman, Mrs.
"And had they not," cries Moll, "were they possessed now of all they had, think you that I with an estate, as I am told, of sixty thousand pounds would add to the debt I owe them by one single penny!" "If I may speak in your steward's defence, Madam," says I, humbly, "I would point out that the richest estate is not always readily converted into money.
"What can it belong to?" "The wreck, perhaps." "Probably." "Looks like a steward's pass-key." "But what would they save it for? You don't think " "If we could get out to the wreck we'd see." "Yes, but we can't. There " "Look, Marian!" Lucile's eyes were large and wild. "The white line!" gasped Marian, gripping her arm. It was true.
A bachelor friend of the steward's, Mr. Dickson by name, who was somewhat of a chatterer plenus rimarum and who boasted of an endless string of acquaintances, had come over from Casterbridge the preceding day by invitation an invitation which had been a pleasant surprise to Dickson himself, insomuch that Manston, as a rule, voted him a bore almost to his face.
Mastor as soon he had given his tray to the kitchen slaves who were now busy again in the palace at Lochias returned to his lord and gave him the steward's letter. It was an ill-chosen hour for Keraunus, for the Emperor was in a gloomy mood.
Come along now; for the admiral sent me after you. It's the steward's champagne cocktail; and you know how good they are. And remember, if you will put your head into the clouds, don't take your feet off the deck." Fitzgerald expanded under his tactful interpretation.
Then very quietly inquired: "Where did it happen, Steward?" The steward, wringing out the mop into the dark water of his bucket, looked up. There were beads of sweat upon his bronzed, wrinkled brow. Yet the day was not warm. "Wot, sir?" he queried. "Where did it happen?" "Wot happen sir?" "Young Parmalee's suicide." Blake spoke quietly, calmly. The steward's eyes shifted. "Suicide, sir?" he said.
Then there came and went on these floors over our respectful heads, the Company; people I rarely saw, but whose tricks and manners were imitated and discussed by their maids and valets in the housekeeper's room and the steward's room so that I had them through a medium at second hand.
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