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Fred did not say although he might have said it with truth that stiff and stately Mr Auberly had been reduced almost to beggary, and that he was now dependent for a livelihood on the very palette and brushes which once he had so ruthlessly condemned to the flames!
"I will do it, dear, if I can, and if the request be reasonable." "Oh, then, do forgive Fred, and let him be an artist!" cried Loo, eagerly stretching out one of her thin hands. "Hush, darling," said Mr Auberly, with a look of distress; "you must not excite yourself so. I have forgiven Fred long ago, and he has become an artist in spite of my objections."
"Well, she is not the better for it," said Mr Auberly; "but I hope she will be quite well soon. Indeed, the doctor assures me of this, if care is taken of her. I wish that was the only thing on my mind just now; but I am perplexed about another matter, Mr Quill. Are you alone?" "Quite alone, sir," said Quill, throwing open the door of the inner office.
It may be added that she was also dark-dressed, for Mr Auberly had become a widower and his child motherless only six months before. While Louisa was pouring out the coffee, her father rose and turned his back to the fire. It was really interesting, almost awe-inspiring, to behold Mr Auberly rise; he was so very tall, and so exceedingly straight.
So now, is your heart ready to receive the flood of my sorrows?" Young Auberly said the latter part of this in a half-jesting tone, but he was evidently in earnest, so his friend replied by squeezing his hand warmly, and saying, "Let's hear about it, Fred," while he re-lighted his pipe. "You have but a poor lodging here, John," said Auberly, looking round the room.
Mr Auberly smiled again grimly, and said that the fireman was a brave fellow, and that he had saved his daughter's life, and that he was very glad to do anything that lay in his power for him, and that he understood that Willie was the fireman's brother; to which the boy replied that he was.
"Something like me?" said Frank. A gleam of intelligence shot across the boy's face as he stopped and caught his brother by the sleeve, saying earnestly: "It wasn't you, Frank, was it?" "It was, Willie, and right glad am I to have been in such good luck as to save Miss Auberly." Willie grasped his brother's hand and shook it heartily.
When Forest reached the field of action, Mr James Auberly was seen at an upper window in a state of undignified dishabille, shouting for help, and half suffocated with smoke, with Mrs Rose hanging round his neck on one side and Matty Merryon at the other.
"A note, boy, from Mr Auberly?" exclaimed Miss Tippet, with a beaming smile; "give it me thank you." She opened it and read attentively, while Master Willie glanced round the parlour and took mental notes.
As Mrs Willders still smiled and went on with her knitting serenely, without vouchsafing a reply, Willie continued with an off-hand air "Well, then, I may as well tell you that I have just had an interview with Uncle Auberly hallo! you seem surprised." Mrs Willders was indeed surprised. Her serenity of aspect fled in an instant. "Oh, Willie, how comes it that you know?
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