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In truth, she had little mercy on old men in general, who as a class struck her as fussy, ridiculous, and repulsive. And beyond all the old men she had ever seen, she disliked Councillor Batchgrew. And about Councillor Batchgrew what she most detested was, perhaps strangely, his loose, wrinkled black kid gloves.
She felt that she could have borne his weight for hours without moving, had he fallen asleep against her bosom.... Still, he must be got to bed. How negligent of the doctor not to have given the order himself! Then Louis said: "I say! I think I may as well lie down!" She was about to cry out, "Oh, you must!" But she forbore. She became as wily as old Batchgrew.
It was not necessary for her to wear three coats, like the gross Batchgrew, in order to protect herself from the night! She could go forth into it with no precaution. She was young. Her vigorous and confident body might challenge perils. When she had proceeded a hundred yards she stopped and turned to look back at the cluster of houses collectively called Bycars.
Any one familiar with the streets of Bursley would have instantly divined that Councillor Thomas Batchgrew stood between the gas-lamp and the front door. And even Rachel, whose acquaintance with Bursley was still slight, at once recognized the outlines of the figure. She had seen Councillor Batchgrew one day conversing with Mrs. Maldon in Moorthorne Road, and she knew that he bore to Mrs.
But after I'd written it I says to myself, 'I'll tell 'em face to face or I'll die for it." "Is it about that money?" Rachel inquired. "Aye!" "Then Mr. Batchgrew did write and tell you about it. Won't you take that great, thick overcoat off?" Julian jumped up as if in fury, pulled off the overcoat with violent gestures, and threw in on the Chesterfield.
It would have moved John Batchgrew, had he been in any degree susceptible to the thrill of pathos. "I doubt if I've seen so much money all at once before," said Mrs. Maldon, smiling weakly. "Happen not!" said Mr. Batchgrew, proud, with insincere casualness, and he added in exactly the same tone: "I'm leaving it with ye to-night." Mrs.
"Then it's him as isna' good enough! And yet, if he's got such a good side to him as ye say " Mr. Batchgrew snorted. "He's not suited to her not at all." "Now, missis," said Mr. Batchgrew in triumph, "at last we're getting down to your real opinion of young Fores." "I feel I'm responsible for Rachel, and What ought I to do about it?" "Do?
"That's what I thought, too," said Louis, and added, very gravely: "At the same time I'm really awfully sorry. Perhaps I oughtn't to have asked you. It was my fault. But old Batch would make the worst of anything." Rachel replied with feverish conviction "Mr. Batchgrew ought to be ashamed. You weren't to blame, and I won't hear of it!" Louis started forward with a sudden movement of the left arm.
He would not even say "slop-stone," which was the proper word. And then, when the meal finally did begin Mrs. Maldon's serviette and silver serviette-ring had vanished. Impossible to find them! Mr. Batchgrew had of course horribly disarranged the table, and in the upset the serviette and ring might have fallen unnoticed into the darkness beneath the table. But no search could discover them.
He said, "I'll teach you a lesson, my lady, once for all." Then he went downstairs. The kitchen was empty; Mrs. Tams had gone. But between the kitchen and the parlour he changed his course, and ran upstairs again to the drawer, which he pulled wide open. At the back of it there ought to have been an envelope containing twenty pounds in notes, balance of an advance payment from old Batchgrew.
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