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"Mrs Bowldler " "Oh, go on!" She was beginning to feel jealous, or almost jealous. "'She was attired in a gown of old Mechlin, with a deep fall and an indication of orange blossoms, and carried a shower bouquet of cluster roses, the "No, I've scratched that out. It said 'the gift of the bridegroom, and I got it from a fashionable wedding; but it won't do in this place."
"There's a row," said Fancy, and told about the sale of the parrot. "That Mrs Bosenna's at the bottom of it, as I've said all along," she concluded. "Do you reelly think the bird has been talking?" "I don't think: I know." Mrs Bowldler pondered a moment. "Ho! well she's a widow."
We must dine separate, all of a sudden; and now we must have our tea served separate; and from dinner to tea-time sitting in writing, the pair of us, till I wonder it haven't brought on a rush of blood to our poor heads." "Writing?" echoed Fancy. She desisted from spreading the butter and eyed Mrs Bowldler doubtfully, pursing up her lips. "I don't like the look of that.
"Which," resumed Mrs Bowldler, after a pause and a sigh, "it may be un-Christian to say so of a man that goes about in a bath-chair with one foot in the grave, but in my belief Mr Rogers sends us short weight." "I'll order some more this very morning, eh, 'Bias?" 'Bias grunted approval. "And while we're about it, we may as well order in a quantity, as much as the sheds will hold.
"In his parlour. I heard his step in the passage, ten minutes ago, an' the door close." "I'm goin' down to him, if you'll excuse me," said Fancy, rising from the bedroom chair into which she had dropped in her sudden access of grief. "Why?" "I dunno. . . . He's a good man, for one thing. You haven't noticed any difference in him?" "Since when?" The question obviously took Mrs Bowldler by surprise.
Mrs Bowldler passed one end up to Captain Hocken, high on his ladder: Captain Hunken reached down and took the other end from Palmerston. Between them, as they lifted the broad fillet above the archway, its folds fell apart, and she read: "My! I'd like to be a Queen!" "If I had my way, you WOULD," whispered Palmerston, who, edging close to her, had overheard. "Eh?
"It goes through me to this day. I used to sing it frequent in my 'teens, along with another popular favourite which was quite at the other end of the social scale, but artless 'My Mother said that I never should Play with the gypsies in the wood. If I did, She would say, Tum tiddle, tum tiddle, tum-ti-tay' my memory is not what it was." Mrs Bowldler wiped her eyes.
He slept soundly, and was awakened next morning by Palmerston with the information, "Breakfast in the adjoining to-day, sir!" this and "We are at home for breakfast" being the alternative formulae invented by Mrs Bowldler. "And Captain Hunken requests of you not to wait," added Palmerston, again repeating what Mrs Bowldler had imparted. "Is he lying late to-day?" asked Cai.
Close on his right a man in black stood peering, as Mrs Bowldler had described, but now into the drawing-room window; shielding, for a better view, the brim of a tall hat which Captain Cai recognised with an exclamation "Mr Philp!" Mr Philp withdrew his gaze, turned about and nodded without embarrassment. "Good evenin', Cap'n. Friend arrived?"
"Well, I'm not azackly in a condition to step down not for a minute or two; and I doubt Mrs Bowldler, if I called her, wouldn' be in no condition either. . . . 'Twould be friendly of you to ask Mr Benny in and offer him a drink; and as for missy " "No thank 'ee, Cap'n," interposed Mr Benny.
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