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Baxendale, observing it, begged him to discard ceremony and go to rest. Gladly he suffered himself to be led to his room; once there, he could not note the objects about him; the very effort of taking off his clothes was almost beyond his strength. Sleep was binding his brows with oblivion, and relaxing every joint.
Baxendale tells me he has no doubt that the house in Barnhill can be sold at all events for a sum that will leave them at ease for the present. As soon as Mrs. Hood gets better, they must both go away. You can trust me to do what can be done. 'It is my fear that Emily will find it difficult to accept your kindness. 'It will require tact. Only experience can show what my course must be.
His high-souled Emily, upon whose faith he would stake the breath of his life? Was his own reason failing him? Worn out, he reached the house in the middle of the afternoon, and went to his own sitting-room. Presently a servant came and asked whether he would take luncheon. He declined. Lying on the sofa, he still tormented himself with doubt whether he might speak with Mrs. Baxendale.
'I am not able to say. Mrs. Baxendale hopes you will go upstairs and see her; she can tell you more. Will you go? 'But is she alone? I can't talk with people. 'Yes, she is alone, quite. He rose. The girl's eyes fixed themselves on him again, and she said: 'You look dreadfully tired. 'I have not slept, I think, since I left Thun.
Baxendale took him with her in the brougham, and let him wait for her whilst she made a call upon Mrs. Hood; Wilfrid saw an upper window of which the blind was down against the sun, and would gladly have lingered within sight of it. Beatrice had excused herself from accompanying the two. 'I believe, Mrs. Baxendale said on the way, 'she has gone to some special service at St.
Baxendale was the son of a physician at Lancaster. He received a good education, went into the cotton trade, and came up to London to represent the firm with which he was connected. A period of commercial pressure having occurred, he desired to leave the cotton trade and to enter upon some other business. Mr.
Baxendale to make inquiries for her, and her friend, thinking she understood the reason, did not volunteer assistance, nor did she hear any particulars of the correspondence that went on. Ultimately, Emily communicated with her acquaintances in Liverpool, who were at once anxious to serve her. She told them that she would by preference find a place in a school.
'Very nobly, be sure of it. 'I can only thank her and reverence her. Mrs. Baxendale remained for a moment in thought. 'Well, she resumed, 'you know that it is not my part to make useless scenes. I began with my hardest words, and they must stand. Beatrice will not die of a broken heart, happily, and if your wife is one half as noble you are indeed a fortunate man.
'Rather than you should think I run away from Mr. Athel's high censure certainly. Then she became silent, and shortly left the room. Mrs. Baxendale sat by herself musing. She was a woman given to thoughtfulness, for all that she used her tongue freely when with those she liked.
The triumphant return of Mr. Baxendale had naturally led to festive occasions; at one dinner at the Baxendales' house Dagworthy was present, but, as it seemed, in the body only. People who, in the provincial way, made old jokes last a very long time, remarked to each other with a smile that Dagworthy appeared to be in a mood which promised an item of interest in the police reports before long.
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