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"I reckon we'll come, sir," answered the receding neighbor. "My wife'll want to see what Mrs. Browne got from London. Tell Mrs. Browne we're afraid she'll be too fine to know her neighbors when she puts on her new bonnet."
Me and my wife'll feel honored, and so will mother; won't you, mother?" The invitation was doubly echoed, and Deronda gladly accepted it. All now turned and stood round the table. No dish was at present seen except one covered with a napkin; and Mrs. Cohen had placed a china bowl near her husband that he might wash his hands in it.
White, and the keepers was like madmen a'most 'cos it was plain to see that Bob Pretty 'ad been and bought them partridges just for to play a game on 'em. "I was curious to know wot they tasted like," he ses to the policeman. "Worst of it is, I don't s'pose my pore wife'll know 'ow to cook 'em." "You get off 'ome," ses Policeman White, staring at 'im. "But ain't I goin' to be locked up?" ses Bob.
'You, Milsom! cried Robert; 'and you've just all but lost your grandchild! And you know your wife'll never be the same woman since that bout of fever in the spring. And His quick eyes ran over the old man's broken frame with a world of indignant meaning in them. 'Aye, aye, sir, said Milsom, unmoved. 'But if it isn't fevers, it's summat else.
"But I want to say right here that I'd sooner see you married to this girl, Keeko, than any other woman in the whole darn world. The day that sees her your wife'll give me a happiness you can't just dream about. Does that make you feel right? I hope so, boy, I hope it bad." There was no need for the older man's question.
No shadow of suspicion could arise. And, dash it all! a ship must meet her end some day. . . "I am not frightened. I am indignant," says George Dunbar. "Cloete boiling with rage inside. Chance of a lifetime his chance! And he says kindly: Your wife'll be much more indignant when you ask her to get out of that pretty house of yours and pile in into a two-pair back with kids perhaps, too. . .
"One sees straight through the hair with him. Think! he'll think what any man'd think you a-suckin spite o' all your sorrow, my sweet, and my Berry talkin' of his Roman matrons! here's a English wife'll match 'em all! that's what he thinks. And now that leetle dark under yer eye'll clear, my darlin', now he've come." Mrs.
They aint worth that;" and he tossed his cigar stub to keep company with Dick's pipe. Dick said nothing, because he could find no words to express himself, and the older man, seeing how it was, rose to his feet. "Well, I must be goin'. Wife'll think I've clean gone back on her. Come up to the house and see me sometime.
Fill thy bottle from mine, the shepherd said to Jesus, and there is half-a-loaf of bread in my wallet which I'd like thee to have to share with thy traveller in the morning, else he will not be able to begin the journey again. Nay, do not fear to take it, he said, my wife'll have prepared supper for me. Jesus took the bread and bade his mate farewell.
"The house is full of charming touches," Mr. Rogers said, "And you may always trust a woman's eye to find them, Mr. Bradley! Women are natural home-makers. My wife'll often surprise me; 'Why, you've not got half enough closets, Paul, she'll say. There's one open fire-place, Mrs. Bradley, in your reception hall. You see the whole plan of the house is informal.
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