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Mary Batchelor listened to him for a while, her head bent with something of the submission of the old servant, till something he said roused again the quick shudder, the look of anguished protest. "Aye, I dessay it's aw reet, Mr. George I dessay it is what yer say. The inspectors is very cliver an the wages is paid proper. But theer say what yer will!
I found myself forgetting all about the cobwebs, and Mrs Hudson, and the china ornament, and the small of my back, and thinking of nothing but this solemn, queer boy, with his big eyes, and black hair, and troubled face. The more I looked at him the more sorry I felt for him, and the more I wished to be his friend. I would "Batchelor, repeat the last words I read," broke in Miss Henniker.
"How are you getting on, Batchelor?" said the former presently to me. "Don't be afraid of that bottle, man, it's only whisky!" "Don't you believe him; it's gin," laughed Whipcord. "I thought you said it was brandy," said Hawkesbury. "There you are!" said Masham. "One says one thing, one another, and one another.
She led the way, not, as I expected, to the parlour, or to Mr Ladislaw's room, but conducted me upstairs and ushered me into a small and perfectly empty garret. "Remain here, Batchelor!" said she, sternly. The next moment she was gone, locking the door behind her, and I was left shivering, and in total darkness, to spend the remainder of the night in these unexpected quarters.
She had her eye on every one of us the whole time, nay, more than ever; and many a bad mark was sprinkled up with her readings. "Once more, dearly beloved Batchelor, a bad mark," became to me quite a familiar sound before I had been many Sundays at Stonebridge House. This particular Sunday evening I thought I should go mad, at least, during the first part of the performance.
"Batchelor," said Miss Henniker, turning to me, "this is the boot-room, where you will have to put on and take off your boots whenever you go out or come in. This boy is going out, and will take you into the playground with him," and away she went, leaving me in the hands of the volatile Flanagan. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"Batchelor," said Mr Merrett, after Hawkesbury had gone and the door was locked "Batchelor, we have sent for you here under very painful circumstances. You doubtless know why." "I must ask you to tell me, sir," I replied, respectfully, but with a tremble in my voice which I would have given anything to conceal.
She would not mention Sir Peter. So with the idea of Sir Peter in her head and a letter from Molly in her pocket, Mrs. Wilcox called on Miss Batchelor. There was nothing extraordinary in that, for the ladies were in the habit of exchanging half-yearly visits, and Mrs. Wilcox was about due.
Doubleday was the first to speak. "I say, Batchelor," he went on, quite nervously for him, "excuse my saying it, but it's my opinion you're a bit of a fool, do you know!" This unexpected announcement, coming from this unexpected quarter, naturally astonished me. "What do you mean?"
"Well," said I, "I shall have another attempt to make it up with him." Hawkesbury mused a bit, and then said, smilingly, "Of course, it's a very fine thing of you; but do you know, Batchelor, I'm not sure that you are wise in appearing to be in such a hurry?" "What do you mean?" I said.
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