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One day, when Mr Brookes was out, and I was sitting behind the counter, Timothy sitting on it, and swinging his legs to and fro, both lamenting that we had no pocket-money, Timothy said, "Japhet, I've been puzzling my brains how we can get some money, and I've hit it at last; let you and I turn doctors; we won't send all the people away who come when Mr Brookes is out, but we'll physic them ourselves."
It was perfectly clear to every one there, if your lordship will excuse my saying so, that both the coroner and the police seemed to have made up their minds that it was a case of suicide." Nigel nodded. "I had the same idea with reference to the coroner, at any rate, Brookes," he said. "So long as the verdict was returned in the form it was, I am not sure that it was not better so."
It certainly was the case for though an enemy I'll do him justice that, after Mr Brookes had left us, Mr Pleggit had two shopmen, and Mr Cophagus only one; but then that one was Mr Japhet Newland; besides, one of his assistants had only one eye, the other squinted horribly, so if we measured by eyes, I think the advantage was actually on our side; and, as far as ornament went, most decidedly; for who would not prefer putting on his chimney-piece one handsome, elegant vase, than two damaged, ill-looking pieces of crockery?
"Very true; but what did he ask for?" "He asked for a plaster, but he was very tipsy. I showed him a blister, and he took it;" and then I looked at Timothy and laughed. "You must not play such tricks," said Mr Brookes. "I see what you have been about it was a joke to you, but not to him."
These types of novelists look wonderfully little impaired; I suppose it's the dry air. 'P.S. Brookes is also quite happy. She was much struck, on arriving, by an apparent anomaly in nature. "Have you noticed, ma'am," said she, "how at this height all the birds are crows and monkeys?" Miss Anderson described Simla exhaustively in her letters to New York.
The English are a practical race, and self-interest is the guide of nations in their intercourse with one another; it was not to be supposed that they would go out of their way to teach the degenerate Brunai aristocracy how to govern in accordance with modern ideas; indeed, the Treaty we made with them, by prohibiting, for instance, their levying customs duties, or royalties, on the export of such jungle products as gutta percha and India rubber, in the collection of which the trees yielding them are entirely destroyed, and by practically suggesting to them the policy, or rather the impolicy, of imposing the heavy due of $1 per registered ton on all European Shipping entering their ports, whether in cargo or in ballast, scarcely tended to stave off their collapse, and the Borneans must have formed their own conclusions from the fact that when they gave up portions of their territory to the BROOKES and to the British North Borneo Company, the British Government no longer called for the observance of these provisions of the Treaty in the ceded districts.
Brookes, your fortune will not bear this constant drain; you must remember that we are living in very bad times times that are not what they were. I have heard that your distillery " "Yes, times are very bad. I have never known them worse, and no doubt you find them so too. They ought to affect you even more than they do me.
"In the back room cooking herrings, uncle." Mrs. Brookes was a homely, honest-eyed woman, with dingy yellow hair. "Let me introduce you. This is my friend, Mr. Escott, you have often heard me speak of him." "You must excuse my shaking hands with you, sir, I have been cooking." "She is an excellent cook, too. Just you wait and see. What have we got?" "Some herrings and a piece of steak."
And now to hear these terrible prognostications, and from his own son- in-law, too. It was too bad it was too cruel. "You don't know what you are talking about, Berkins. If it were business I would listen to you, but really when it comes to discussing the aristocracy it is more than I can stand. What do you know about the aristocracy not that," cried Mr. Brookes, snapping his fingers.
Hazel Wightman is as clever a court general and tactician, man or woman, as I have ever known. She has forgotten more tennis than most of us ever learn. She is the Norman Brookes of woman's tennis. It is not only in her game that Mrs. Wightman has stood for the best in tennis, but she has given freely of her time and ability to aid young players in the game.
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