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I see Miss Bowater wants me gone; so I am off. I shall hear of you." Herbert was exhausted with the exertion, and only exchanged a close pressure of the hand, and when Jenny came back, after seeing the lady to the door, she thought there were tears on his cheek, and bent down to kiss him. "That was just the way, Jenny," his low, tired voice said. "I never could recollect what I wanted to say.
Innocent amusement is one thing it is quite another to run into haunts that have already proved dangerous to your principles." Harry Hornblower laughed. "It's no go coming the parson over me, Mr. Bowater! It's well known what black coats are, and how they never cry out so loud upon other folks as when they've had a jolly lark among themselves.
I am sure they have let him overwork himself. If he is not fit to take Lady Tyrrell's funeral this afternoon, I shall send to Duddingstone on my own responsibility. I will not have Julius doing that!" "Do you think he is ill Bowater, I mean?" asked Terry. "I don't like it. He seemed to totter as he went across the churchyard, and he blundered. I shall go and see."
Then she observed, "We found Camilla Vivian Lady Tyrrell I mean calling. Have you seen her?" "No." "Well, she really seems improved!" "Mr. Bowater has been telling me she is handsomer than ever!" "Oh yes! That's all gentlemen think of; but I meant in other ways. She seems full of the rebuilding of St. Nicholas, and to be making great friends with your new daughter.
When Julius thought of the cherishing care that he had received himself, he shuddered, with a sort of self-reproach for his neglect; and the doctor, though good- humouredly telling Herbert not to think he knew anything about his own symptoms, did not conceal from Julius that enough harm had been done in these few days to give the fine Bowater constitution a hard struggle.
Anne was sitting in a corner of the sofa, with a straight back and weary face, having been driven out into the throng by the old friends who came to sit with Mrs. Poynsett; but she brightened as Miss Bowater took a seat beside her, and accepted her inquiries for Captain Charnock far more graciously than the many which had preceded them. Was not her likeness in his album?
The only person who held aloof was Cecil, who would not rise to the bait when Raymond tried to exhibit Miss Bowater as a superior intellectual woman. Unluckily, too, Jenny observed one evening at the five o'clock tea, "I hear that Mrs. Duncombe has picked up some very funny people a lady lecturer, who is coming to set us all to rights." "A wonderful pair, I hear!" said Frank. "Mrs.
Young Mr. Bowater, grimed, dusty, hatless, and his hair on end, and Rollo following with his feathery tail singed, hurried up at once. "I'm not fit to touch, Lady Rosamond," as he showed a black hand, and bowed to the others. "Where's Ju where's my husband?" exclaimed Rosamond. "Just behind, riding home with Raymond and the rest of them. Wasn't it a magnificent flare-up?
Hornblower would console herself by mentioning to her neighbours that her son was gone in compliment to Captain Bowater, who had taken a fancy to him. The relief to Herbert was infinite; but he was by this time too much tired to do anything but murmur his thanks, and wish himself safe back in his bed, and Philip's strong-armed aid in reaching that haven was not a little appreciated.
Whitlock he met Herbert Bowater returning from the cemetery in search of him, with tidings of some cases where he was especially needed. As they walked on together Mrs. Duncombe overtook them with a basket on her arm. She held out her hand with an imploring gesture. "Mr. Charnock, it can't be true, can it? they only say so out of ignorance that it was Pettitt's well, I mean?"
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