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He has a perfect right to go to Lessboro'." "But he has not a right to go to my wife." "And if your wife refuses to see him; or having seen him, for a man may force his way in anywhere with a little trouble, if she sends him away with a flea in his ear, as I believe she would " "She is so frightfully indiscreet." "I don't see what Bozzle can do."
According to her showing, Bozzle was of all husbands the most erratic. He might perhaps come in for an hour or two in the middle of the day on a Wednesday, or perhaps would take a cup of tea at home on Friday evening. But anything so fitful and uncertain as were Bozzle's appearances in the bosom of his family was not to be conceived in the mind of woman.
Bozzle, except that of sending him back to London, I will not have." The controversy was ended by the writing of a letter from Trevelyan to Bozzle, which was confided to Stanbury, in which the ex-policeman was thanked for his activity and requested to return to London for the present. "As we are now aware that Colonel Osborne is in the neighbourhood," said the letter, "my friend Mr.
Trevelyan at the present moment that he could not omit to notice an address so made to him. "What the devil is that to you, sir?" said he, jumping up and confronting Bozzle in his wrath. But policemen have always this advantage in their difficulties, that they know to a fraction what the wrath of men is worth, and what it can do. Sometimes it can dismiss a policeman, and sometimes break his head.
"Am I not always thinking of it? What else have they left me to think of? That will do for to-day. You had better come down to me to-morrow afternoon." Bozzle promised obedience to these instructions, and as soon as his patron had started he paid the bill, and took himself home.
Bozzle should know his address, but he would give it to no one else. Nothing on earth should make him yield to a woman who had ill-treated him, nothing but confession and promise of amendment on her part. If she would acknowledge and promise, then he would forgive all, and the events of the last four months should never again be mentioned by him.
"Perhaps you could put on your coat, and walk out with me for a few minutes," said Trevelyan. Mrs. Bozzle, who well understood that business was business, and that wives were not business, felt no anger at this, and handed her husband his best coat.
"I'd rayther not, Mr. Trewillian," said he. "Indeed I'd rayther not. It's something very particular." "If you take my advice," said Stanbury, "you will not hear him yourself." "That's your advice, Mr. S.?" asked Mr. Bozzle. "Yes; that's my advice. I'd never have anything to do with such a fellow as you as long as I could help it." "I dare say not, Mr. S.; I dare say not.
But who had put him into the dirt? His wife had, at least, deceived him, had deceived him and disobeyed him, and it was necessary that he should know the facts. Life without a Bozzle would now have been to him a perfect blank. The Colonel had been to the parsonage at St. Diddulph's, and had been admitted! As to that he had no doubt. Nor did he really doubt that his wife had seen the visitor.
Crocket's yard when Bozzle stepped into the village by a path which he had already discovered, and soon busied himself among the tombs in the churchyard. Now, one corner of the churchyard was immediately opposite to the iron gate leading into the Clock House. "Drat 'un," said the wooden-legged postman, still sitting on his donkey, to Mrs.
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