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He knew it all as well as did Mrs Baggett. And he knew too that, except Mrs Baggett and the girl herself, all the world was against him. That ass Montagu Blake every time he opened his mouth as to his own bride let out the idea that John Gordon should have his bride because John Gordon was young and lusty, and because he, Whittlestaff, might be regarded as an old man.
That something had passed between her and her old mistress when she returned to her, must, I suppose, have been necessary. But of her married life, in subsequent years, Mrs Baggett never spoke at all. Even the baker only knew dimly that there had been a Sergeant Baggett in existence.
"She took you, at any rate, and I'd never make myself mean enough to make way for such a fellow as that." "It isn't for him, Mrs Baggett." "It is for him. Who else? To walk away and just leave the game open because he has come down to Hampshire! There ain't no spirit of standing up and fighting about it." "With whom am I to fight?" "With both of 'em; till you have your own way.
Could it be made possible to her that she should ever be able to do her duty by this husband of hers, for her, in whose heart of hearts would be seated continually the image of this other man? "By-the-by," said he, "I want to see Mrs Baggett. I suppose she is about somewhere." "Oh dear, yes. Since the trouble of her husband has become nearer, she is earlier and earlier every day.
But it seemed to her that this duty of which Mrs Baggett spoke was due rather to John Gordon than to Mr Whittlestaff. She counted the days, nay, she counted the hours, till the week had run by. And when the precise moment had come at which an answer must be given, for in such matters Mr Whittlestaff was very precise, John Gordon was still the hero of her thoughts.
Mary, though she was standing at the window, pretending to look out of it, knew that during the whole of this conversation Mrs Baggett was making signs at her, as though indicating an opinion that she was the person in fault. It was as though Mrs Baggett had said that it was for her sake, to do something to gratify her, that Mr Whittlestaff was about to go to London.
But Mary was not in a humour to contest the matter with Mrs Baggett, and left the old woman the mistress of the field. When the time arrived for going to the dinner, Mr Whittlestaff took Mary in the pony carriage with him. "There is always a groom about there," he said, "so we need not take the boy."
But I am glad that he has not bade me not to think of John Gordon." It seemed to her, as she sat there at the window, that she ought to tell Mrs Baggett what had occurred. There had been that between them which, as she thought, made it incumbent on her to let Mrs Baggett know the result of her interview with Mr Whittlestaff.
During the next half hour he did promise himself some pleasure, after that his life was to be altogether a blank to him. He would go. To that only had he made up his mind. He would tell Mary that she should be happy. He would make Mrs Baggett understand that for the sake of his property she must remain at Croker's Hall for some period to which he would decline to name an end. And then he would go.
"She won't be my missus no more," said Mrs Baggett, with an air of fixed determination. "Of course you can do as you like about that. I can't compel any one to live in this house against her will; but I would compel you if I knew how, for your own benefit." "There ain't no compelling." "What other place have you got you can go to?
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