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Like the notice given her by Flechter in his office, it was partly written in printed capitals and partly in script. May 28, 1895. To MRS. BOTT, 306 River Street, Hoboken, N. J. Dear Madam: I wish to inform you that the violin taken from your house some time ago will be returned if you are willing to abide by agreements that will be made between you and I later on.
"Mr Bott, I will not talk to you about Lady Glencora Palliser." This Alice said in a determined voice, and with all the power of resistance at her command. She frowned too, and looked savagely at Mr Bott. But he was a man of considerable courage, and knew how to bear such opposition without flinching. "When I tell you, Miss Vavasor, that I speak solely with a view to her domestic happiness!"
She knew that Burgo would not help his success by drawing down the eyes of all her guests upon his attempt. In the meantime Mr Bott stood there, mounting still higher on his toes, straightening his back against the wall. "Did you get my letter?" Burgo said again, as soon as a moment's pause gave him breath to speak. She did not answer him.
"I don't believe she'll have him," he thought. "He ain't half the man that Sam is, nor half the scholar that Bott is." It was well he was not of an impatient temperament.
Relying upon this, he plucked up his spirits and bore himself with characteristic impudence in the presence of the police-justice, insisting upon being called Professor Bott, giving his profession as inspirational orator, his religion the divinity of humanity.
She wrote a line, therefore, to Alice before she went to bed, begging her cousin to come to her early on the following day, so that they might go out together, and then afterwards dine in company with Mr Bott. "I know that will be an inducement to you," Lady Glencora said, "because your generous heart will feel of what service you may be to me.
Margery stood by his side watching his proceedings, and occasionally, when required, helping him in his work. They were interrupted by Becky Bott, who put her head in at the door, saying, "Please, there's young master Stephen Ludlow a come to see you, Miss Margery, with a book he says." Having delivered her message, Becky popped her head out of the room.
On the morning of March 31, 1894, not long after the Nicolini incident, Bott gave a single lesson to a pupil at the boarding-house, and after his midday meal set out with his wife for Hoboken to visit a friend. The violin was left in its customary place.
"No, Mrs Sparkes; I am running from Mr Bott," said Alice, who was almost beside herself with anger. "Mr Bott, what is this?" said Mrs Sparkes. "Ha, ha, ha," laughed Mr Bott. Alice returned to the room, and Mrs Sparkes immediately saw that she had in truth been running from Mr Bott. "I hope I shall be able to keep the peace," said she.
Our friend was thus introduced to the doorkeeper, who smiled familiarly, and seemed to wink his eye. Then George Vavasor passed through into the House itself, under the wing of Mr Bott. Vavasor, as he walked up the House to the Clerk's table and took the oath and then walked down again, felt himself to be almost taken aback by the little notice which was accorded to him.
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