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They could not tolerate the idea of Bridget's whereabouts remaining unknown, and all Jimmy's coolness and assurance were required to restore them to anything resembling tranquillity. He left the house with a feeling that the scent of lavender must be still clinging to his clothes, and the next morning found him at Crowborough.
He was afraid that the white ants might have got into them. McKeith's face frightened Kuppi. So did the imprecation which his innocent request evoked. He was bidden to go and keep himself in his own quarters, and not show his face again that day at the New House. Since Lady Bridget's departure, McKeith had slept, eaten and worked in the Old Humpey, his original dwelling.
She knew that Colonel Faversham must have been at the jeweller's before her this morning; that he had selected something to commemorate Bridget's birthday; something upon which also her initials were to be engraved. "After all," she said, "I think you shall send the card-case to Grandison Square to-morrow morning."
"You wouldn't care to cut into the season!" "I really shouldn't mind a scrap," said Carrissima. She was inclined to feel that she did not much care about anything, and the news of Bridget's betrothal seemed to intensify her own disappointment. "Would next week be too soon?" asked Colonel Faversham, and she promised to be ready by its end.
Poor Bridget tended him as she would a weakly infant, and made many enquiries touching his friends, pursuits, etc., all of which he answered promptly, in his smooth, insinuating voice. Indeed, before he was in Bridget's company an hour he hobbled over and kissed her, whereupon she blushed, put up her apron, and said that he was 'revivin' purty fast since he got into the hait ov the fire.
Accordingly, Punch sees no reason why Angelina may have a lover in the parlor, whilst Bridget's engagement forbids her to entertain a fond "follower" in the kitchen; and he perversely refuses to see how it can be right for Miss Julia to listen to the soft nonsense of Captain Augustus Fitzroy in the drawing-room, and entirely wrong for Molly, the nursery-maid, to blush at the blunt admiration of the policeman, talking to her down the area.
Eight little figures sat up as straight as they could; eight pairs of eager eyes followed Bridget's pointing finger and gazed in speechless wonder at the green Devonshire bowl. "Do ye think, Sandy, that ye could scrooch out o' bed an' hump yerself over to them? If Pether tries he's sure to tumble over, an' some one might hear." Sandy looked at the flowers without enthusiasm.
For Joe still had a crooked nose, all the doctor's care having been inefficacious to remedy the evil effects of Bridget's little tap with the rolling-pin. Joe had no written credentials, for his master was hardly equal to writing, and Lady Scatcherd had declined to put herself into further personal communication with Dr Fillgrave; but he had effrontery enough to deliver any message.
"And to think that his vanity should be the cause of robbing poor little Bobberts," he heard a clear voice say as he neared the dining room door. "It is too mean! I can never look up to man with the faith I have always had in man, after this. But I know they were his foot-prints, Laura." "Are you so sure, Kitty?" asked Mrs. Fenelby. "Mightn't they be mightn't they be Bridget's?"
Here Connoway sighed and stretched himself luxuriously, rubbing the stiff fell of his hair meditatively as he did so. "Ah, poor Bridget," he continued, with pathos in his voice, "Bridget is so dreadfully unresigned, Mistress Lyon. Often have I said to her, 'Be resigned, Bridget trust in Providence, Bridget! But as sure as I point out Bridget's duty, there is something broken in our house!"
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