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"There are several." "The Archdeacon is sure to know them, I suppose." "Oh, yes. He's certain to know them." "He'll want them all this afternoon. Lalage is going to him with that text drawn in her hand. She's also taking Miss Battersby, a wedding ring, a cake, and a white satin dress. I'm speaking figuratively of course." "I hope so.
After a good deal of discussion this was the plan they decided on adopting, and having so decided, Theobald wrote to the governor of the gaol asking whether he could be admitted inside the gaol to receive Ernest when his sentence had expired. He received answer in the affirmative, and the pair left Battersby the day before Ernest was to come out of prison.
How shocked Ernest would have been if he could have heard the advice he was receiving; what consternation too there would have been at Battersby; but the matter did not end here, for this same wicked inner self gave him bad advice about his pocket money, the choice of his companions and on the whole Ernest was attentive and obedient to its behests, more so than Theobald had been.
This seemed to me a further symptom of nerve storm. I encouraged her to speak, as tactfully as I could. "Has Miss Battersby," I asked, "rebelled against her destiny?" Lalage's face suddenly puckered up in a very curious way. I should have supposed that she was on the verge of tears if there existed any record of her ever having shed tears.
The sermon done, a good anthem followed with vialls, and the King come down to receive the Sacrament. 26th. To the Wardrobe. Hither come Mr. Battersby; and we falling into discourse of a new book of drollery in use, called Hudebras, I would needs go find it out, and met with it at the Temple: cost me 2s. 6d.
I therefore enclose a carefully drawn list of the necessary and desirable qualifications for that office." "You have the list?" I said. "Yes. She sent the thing. She has cheek enough for anything." "Selby-Harrison drew it up, so if there's anything objectionable in it he's the person you ought to blame, not Lalage." I felt that I was keeping my promise to Miss Battersby.
He had read not long since of an Eastern traveller, who, while exploring somewhere in the more remote parts of Arabia and Asia Minor, had come upon a remarkably hardy, sober, industrious little Christian community all of them in the best of health who had turned out to be the actual living descendants of Jonadab, the son of Rechab; and two men in European costume, indeed, but speaking English with a broken accent, and by their colour evidently Oriental, had come begging to Battersby soon afterwards, and represented themselves as belonging to this people; they had said they were collecting funds to promote the conversion of their fellow tribesmen to the English branch of the Christian religion.
Williams, but he is out of town, then to the Wardrobe. Hither come Mr. Battersby; and we falling into a discourse of a new book of drollery in verse called Hudebras, He subsequently endeavoured to appreciate the work, but was not successful. I would needs go find it out, and met with it at the Temple: cost me 2s. 6d.
"I'd like to, but " "You can get a bed here and send over for your things. Your two ladies are in the other hotel, I suppose." "Yes. We knew you were here and Miss Battersby seemed a little afraid of catching influenza, so we went to the other." "That's all right. You'll be quite safe for the night if you stop here." "I wish I could, but " "You'll not do any good by talking to Lalage.
It seemed to be my duty to wait for Lalage and tell her, soothingly, what had happened. I went into the Canon's study and made myself comfortable with a pipe. At about one o'clock Lalage arrived without Miss Battersby. She made no comment at first on the absence of Hilda's mother. Her mind had evidently been turned away from that subject.
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