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Then the maiden with the meek brown eyes, and the pathetic evidence of Australian nationality on her upper lip, returned to her simple duties. And the remembrance of Mrs. Beaudesart came down on me like a thousand of bricks. Such is life. But my difficulties were over for the time being.
Beaudesart had made about you, only a couple of hours before. She had said that, though you were such a wonderful talker, you were surprisingly reticent respecting your own former life, and your family connections, and the place you came from. We commented on this remark, and laughed a bit, not at you, but at her. Clever engineering was n't it?"
Come, Mary; dry your eyes, and attend to your duties. The time is coming when you will thank me for the discipline to which you are now subjected." And Mrs. Beaudesart retired, greater in defeat than in victory. "I never expected anybody to put a slur on me," faltered Ida apologetically, after a minute's silence.
Beaudesart, the housekeeper, and Ida, the white trash whose vocation was to wait on the narangies. Mrs. Beaudesart was well-born. Don't study that expression too closely, or you'll get puzzled.
"Now, confess the truth, Collins you've been having a tiff with Mrs. Beaudesart?" continued Montgomery. "Lovers' quarrel? That's nothing. I did n't think you were so pettish as to run away like this." "Indeed, Mr. Montgomery," said I earnestly; "I assure you I'm only going at the call of duty. I'll show" here it struck me that the production of my letter would delay things worse, and
Two or three years before the date of this record, Mrs. Montgomery, a distant relation and boarding-school friend of Mrs. Beaudesart, had met the latter in Sydney, and had brought her out to Runnymede. Montgomery, viewing the tenacious widow as a fixture, had insisted upon her having some definite status on the place, and she was therefore installed as housekeeper.
On my first official visit to Runnymede, whilst Montgomery and I stood talking in front of the store, Mrs. Beaudesart passed by. He detained her a moment to speak of my sleeping-accommodation, but first, with grave courtliness, introduced me to her as the last lineal descendant of Commander David Collins, R.N. Situated as I was, what could I say? what would you have said?
Bright cards, ain't they? Nothing short of seven years'll satisfy them. You've been travelling all night?" "No; I camped here with the teams." "I thought when I saw the saddled horse, that you had just turned him in to get a bite." "He's not saddled. There's my saddle." "I thought that was your horse that black one with the new saddle on." I've a dash good mind to tell Mrs. Beaudesart.
A double meaning there, by my faith! Alas! poor little Jim! go thy ways, die when thou wilt; for Maud Beaudesart comes "H a-a a-a-a-a-a y!" Rest, rest, perturbed spirit. By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, now wherefore stop'st thou me? For Maud Beaudesart comes o'er my memory as doth the raven o'er the infected house. Get thee to a nunnery, Jim. The chalk-mark is on my door; for Mrs.
Now I had to enact the Cynic philosopher to Moriarty and Butler, and the aristocratic man with a 'past' to Mrs. Beaudesart; with the satisfaction of knowing that each of these was acting a part to me. Such is life, my fellow-mummers just like a poor player, that bluffs and feints his hour upon the stage, and then cheapens down to mere nonentity.
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