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Bateson's explanation is that the female, according to the Mendelian theory of sex, is heterozygous in sex, the male homozygous and recessive, and that lacticolor is linked with the female sex-character, grossulariata being repelled by that character. Thus we have, the lacticolor character being recessive,
And one of the porters happens to come by, and sees him, and jumps to the conclusion that there's been a murder in the train, and that our Peter is the corpse. So off he goes to the station-master and tells him as there's a murdered body in one of the carriages in the siding; and the station-master's as put out as never was." Mrs. Bateson's eyes and mouth opened wide in amazement and interest.
As since the making of this will Richard had lost his faculties, the whole responsibility of finding the lost heir and of looking after the temporary heiress devolved upon Christopher's shoulders. "And how is Mr. Bateson to-day?" asked Mrs. Hankey of Mr. Bateson's better-half, one Sunday morning not long after Miss Farringdon's death. "Thank you, Mrs.
Dressed in his Newmarket coat, he was recalling with a certain sense of luxury past, journeys in four-wheeled cabs occasions when, seated beside a box corded and secured with sealing-wax, he had taken his master's plate for safety to the bank; occasions when, under a roof piled up with guns and boxes, he had sat holding the "Honorable Bateson's" dog; occasions when, with some young person by his side, he had driven at the tail of a baptismal, nuptial, or funeral cortege.
"I hear you have been doing Bateson's work for him. Have you hurt yourself?" Wardour suddenly moved his head, so as to hide his face from both Crayford and Frank. He took out his handkerchief, and wound it clumsily round his left hand. "Yes," he said; "I hurt myself with the ax. It's nothing. Never mind. Pain always has a curious effect on me. I tell you it's nothing! Don't notice it!"
Bateson's parents sitting side by side in two straight-backed chairs, with their whole family twining round them a sort of Swiss Family Laocoon; and a picture of Mr. Bateson in the attitude of Juliet and the attire of a local preacher leaning over a balcony, which was overgrown with a semi-tropical luxuriance of artificial ivy, and which was obviously too frail to support him.
"I'm all right," replied Christopher, trying to laugh, and succeeding but indifferently. "But I'm sure you are not, you are so pale; you look just as you looked the day that I tumbled off the rick do you remember it? and you took me into Mrs. Bateson's to have my head bound up. She said you'd got a touch of the sun, and I'm afraid you've got one now."
"But the life and soul of it all was that M. Raoul," confessed Lady Bateson's niece. "By George!" echoed the schoolboy who had danced the "Soldier's Joy" with Dorothea, "I wouldn't have believed it of a Frenchy." For some reason Dorothea was not too well pleased. "But I do not see M. Raoul." "Oh, he's down by the bridge, helping the relief party. One would guess him worn out.
But Lady Bateson's eyes were wet, and Dorothea gazed hard for a while into the polished surface of the mahogany before she recalled herself, and, with a nod, swept the ladies away to the drawing-room. Later, in a pause between two songs, the General dropped into a seat beside her. "Can you guess who sent me that story?" he asked.
"Bateson and Jukes pulled off the kids' hundred yards; and jolly cocky they were, I can tell you. Bateson's the sneak I told you of. "Tilbury won the Shell quarter-mile. Dig and I were in for it, but we wanted to save ourselves for the long jump and hurdles, so we ran easy, and Tilbury did it hands down. "Ah, Da, really you should have been there to see the high jump!
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