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Capper, and gave her a brief explanation of Milly's swoon. "The lady's a little overcome," he said. "Mr. Beadon has got to go abroad, and couldn't find time to see her before he went." "Hard-heated brute!" said the landlady, as she chafed Milly's hands, and held a smelling-bottle to her nose. "Oh, dear, no!" said Mr. Johnson, briskly. "Family ties must not stand in the way of business.
"I do hope that Mr. Beadon, or whatever her husband's name is, will come back before very long. She must be fretting for him, and fretting's so bad for her." "You think there is a husband to come, do you?" asked Mrs. Bundlecombe, mysteriously. "Why not, Bessy? She says she's married, and she wears a wedding-ring; and her clothes is beautiful." "I'd like to see her marriage lines," said Mrs.
I wonder how he feels about her, or whether he feels anything at all." He had an opportunity of putting his master's equanimity to the test when he made his report of the interview a report which was made that very afternoon, in spite of his representations that Mr. Beadon had already gone abroad. "Well, you saw her?" he was asked. "Yes, sir. I said what you desired, and gave her the money."
Mr Gladstone turned his great, flashing eyes upon his interlocutor, and said, with a look of wonder: "No, I don't; where would be the use of that?" And again I remember that old Canon Beadon who lived, I think, to his 104th year said to a friend that the secret of long life in his own case was that he had never thought of anything unpleasant after ten o'clock at night.
"But, do you mean," said Milly, her cheeks growing very white, "that he is not coming to say good-bye before he goes abroad?" "He thinks it better to spare you and himself an interview that might be unpleasant," said Mr. Johnson. "You understand, I suppose a that Mr. Beadon my principal, that is wishes to close his relations with you finally."
"Well, my dear," said Mrs. Bundlecombe, in a mollified voice, "if you are married to a good man, I am very glad, indeed. And I hope he is well to-do, and makes you happy. You are nicely dressed, Milly, but nice clothes are not everything, are they?" "No, indeed, they are not. Oh, yes, Mr. Beadon is good to me in every way, so you need not trouble yourself on my account."
Beadon Clarke bent his head a little lower as, in her husky voice, his wife said that he knew of the expedition, had apparently smiled upon her unconventionalities, knowing how entirely free she was from the ugly bias towards vice attributed to her by Counsel. Lady Ermyntrude Clarke shot a glance at her son, and her firm mouth became firmer.
The only thing that really matters is what the world does; and if she gets the verdict the world won't do anything except laugh at Beadon Clarke." A loud buzz of conversation rose from the court. Presently the light began to fade, and the buzz faded with it; then some lights were turned on, and there was a crescendo of voices.
"Oh, I'm very well," said Milly, unfastening her mantle and coloring with nervousness under the woman's sharp eye. "I daresay Mr. Beadon will come to-morrow, if he doesn't come to-night." But nobody came, although she sat up watching and waiting for many hours after Mrs. Capper had betaken herself to her bed. What did this silence and absence mean? Her heart contracted with a curious dread.
I suppose they must have been very clever and witty or, perhaps, they had more luck. I wanted to be free and independent; and I am afraid I was ready to listen to any one who would flatter my vanity, as as Mr. Beadon did." "When did he first begin to say these things to you? Was it after you came to London?" "Yes not long after.
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