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"Which, if it is agreeable, we are at home to Captain Hunken this evening," Mrs Bowldler began, in a panting hurry, and continued with a catch of the breath, "Which if you see it in a different light, I must request of you, sir, to allow Palmerston to carry down my box, and you may search it if you wish." "Oh! Conf " began Cai in his turn, and checked himself.
"As a matter of fact, sir," Mrs Bowldler continued, "I sounded Palmerston later. He declares to me he has never heard the creature use any bad language; and I believe him, for he went on to say that if he had, he'd have mentioned it to me. But you see my position, sir?
"'Ero!" murmured Fancy, stepping to the bedside and arranging his pillow. "You take my advice and lie quiet," counselled Mrs Bowldler. "You're not a-goin' to die this time. But there's been a shock to the system, you may make up your mind," she went on, turning to Fancy. "I'd most forgotten about the soap. That was Philp's suggestion, as I heard.
"Which if you understand me, sir," explained Mrs Bowldler still more delicately, "the remark in question would not apply to a male party: not by any stretch. You may answer me, sir, that the feathered tribes not being Christians they don't calculate who's listening, but behave as the spirit moves them, like Quakers. To which I answer you, sir, that makes it all the worse.
I couldn't tell it to anything less than a married woman." "That's a pity; because I wanted to know, quick. I suppose, now, you haven't a notion what he did with the bird?" "Not a notion." "I thought not. Well, I have. He's been an' gone an' given it away to Mrs Bosenna, up at Rilla." Mrs Bowldler turned pale and gripped the edge of the table. "I'll bet you any money," Fancy nodded slowly.
Fit an' wrap what's left of him in a blanket, says Doctor Higgs; 'an' take him home an' put him to bed, says he which they done so," concluded Mrs Bowldler, "an' if you'll believe it, when I come to put him to bed an' fold his trowsers across the chair, out trickles the two sufferins!" "You don't say!" "He's been absent-minded of late.
Again: "Blood will tell, always supposin' you 'ave it, and will excuse the expression." Thus did Mrs Bowldler "turn her necessity to glorious gain," colouring and enlarging her sphere of service under the prismatic lens of romance. In her conversation either cottage became a "residence," and its small garden "the grounds," thus: "Palmerston, inform Captain Hunken that dinner is served.
'It was late in the evening following upon the events related in the previous chapter' I got that out of a paper Mrs Bowldler carries about in her pocket. It is called 'Bow Bells, and you can depend on it, for it's all about the highest people 'when Ernest rang at the bell of Number 20 Grovener Square. I got that address, too, out of Mrs Bowldler. She said you couldn' go higher than that.
His right hand gripped the parrot-cage, swinging it as he strode, and at intervals bumping it violently upon the calf of his right leg, much to his discomfort, very much more to that of the bird which nevertheless, though bewildered by the rapid nauseating motion, and at times flung asprawl, obstinately forbore to reproduce the form of words so offensive in turn to Mrs Bowldler and the ladies at Rilla.
"You can trust me, ma'am, I hope?" blurted 'Bias. "I can trust both of you, I hope." Mrs Bosenna glanced towards Cai, or so Cai thought. "The jokes they keep makin'!" Palmerston reported to Mrs Bowldler. "There's a medium in all things," Mrs Bowldler advised him.
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