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'All thad, however, resumed Mr Abney, removing his face from a jug of menthol at which he had been sniffing with the tense concentration of a dog at a rabbit-hole, 'is beside the poidt. I berely bedtiod it to explaid why White will accompady you to London. 'What! The exclamation was forced from me by my dismay. This was appalling.
'White, I said, 'do you know anything about the trains to London? 'Are you going to London? he asked, in his more conversational manner. I thought he looked at me curiously as he spoke. 'Yes. Ogden Ford and Lord Beckford cannot be found. Mr Abney thinks they must have run away to London. 'I shouldn't wonder, said White dryly, it seemed to me. There was something distinctly odd in his manner.
He was wearing a dressing-gown, and in his hand was a smouldering cigarette, from which he proceeded, before continuing his remarks, to blow a cloud of smoke. 'Say, I guess you're wrong. That wasn't any ordinary porch-climber. The spectacle of his bete noire wreathed in smoke, coming on top of the emotions of the night, was almost too much for Mr Abney.
How old are you? said he 'that is, you are not too much tired, I hope, by your journey to eat your supper? 'No, thank you, sir, said Master Elliott; 'I am pretty well. 'That's a good lad, said Mr Abney. 'And how old are you, my boy? It seemed a little odd that he should have asked the question twice in the first two minutes of their acquaintance.
I had kept my eyes open for him from the beginning, and when I discovered that he was not at school, I had felt alarmed. Had Cynthia sent me down here, to work as I had never worked before, on a wild-goose chase? Then, one morning, Mr Abney drew me aside after breakfast. 'Ah Mr Burns. It was the first time that I had heard those soon-to-be-familiar words.
Elizabeth Abney, who in a like degree esteemed and honoured him, enjoyed all the benefits and felicities he experienced at his first entrance into this family till his days were numbered and finished, and, like a shock of corn in its season, he ascended into the regions of perfect and immortal life and joy."
Reports from the seat of war told of a sullen and probably only temporary acquiescence with Fate on the part of the enemy. He was in bed, and seemed to have made up his mind to submit to the position. An air of restrained jubilation prevailed among the elder members of the establishment. Mr Abney was friendly and Mrs Attwell openly congratulatory. I was something like the hero of the hour.
The extension, too, of the visible solar spectrum into the ultra-violet by Corun, Mascart, and others, adds much to our knowledge of the sun; while the photographs of Abney in the ultrared increase our information in a direction less expected and certainly less easy of attainment.
Augustus Beckford was the first to recognize me, and I expect he was about to ask me if I liked sitting on the gravel on a frosty night, or what gravel was made of, when Mr Abney spoke. 'Mr Burns! What dear me! what are you doing there? 'Perhaps Mr Burns can give us some information as to where the man went, sir, suggested White. 'On everything except that, I said, 'I'm a mine of information.
Mr Abney was a man of method, who hated any dislocation of the fixed routine of life; and Mr Ford's letter had upset him. The Ford family, father and son, were just then extremely unpopular with him. He crushed Sam. 'What Mr Ford would or would not prefer is, in this particular matter, beside the point.
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