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Thereupon he fled in quest of the lamp. Cai and 'Bias supped together that night, greatly to Mrs Bowldler's relief. But they exchanged a very few words during the meal, being poor hands at dissimulation. The meal, for the third time running, was laid in Cai's parlour, Mrs Bowldler having delicately elected to ignore the upset caused by the parrot and to treat yesterday as a dies non.
As he sat and smoked, that night, in face of Mrs Bowldler's fire-screen, staring at its absurd decorations, it was after 'Bias that his thoughts harked always back, and after 'Bias retracing old friendship faithfully as a hound seeking back to his master. 'Bias would never think well of him again. As a friend, 'Bias was lost, had gone out of his life. . . . So be it!
But they were masked and muffled by Mrs Bowldler's screen of shavings, and he wandered to the open window to knock out the ashes upon the slate ledge. Returning to the fireplace, he reached out a hand for the tobacco-jar, but arrested it, and laying his pipe down on the table, did something clean contrary to habit.
Of this there could be no manner of doubt; and in nothing so patently as in relation with the boy Palmerston did the gold in Mrs Bowldler's nature the refined gold reveal itself. Her true test as a good woman she passed when although she must have known the truth, being a confirmed innocent gossip she chose to extend the same veil, or a corner of it, over the antecedents of Palmerston. She said
At this moment a piercing scream interrupted Fancy's explanation. It came from one of the front rooms, and was followed by another shorter scream the voice unmistakably Mrs Bowldler's. Running to the lady's rescue, they found her in the empty parlour alone, clutching at the mantelshelf with both hands, and preparing to emit another cry for succour.
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