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Jane, alarmed at the noise, showed herself on the stairs. 'You just come 'ere! cried Clem to her. 'I've got something to say to you, Miss! Jane was of a sudden possessed with terror, the old terror with which Clem had inspired her years ago. She shrank back, but Bessie Byass was by no means disposed to allow this kind of thing to go on in her house. 'Mrs.
Michael had been laid on his bed; at present Jane only was with him, but the doctor would return shortly. 'Will you tell her I'm here? said Joseph to Mrs. Byass. 'I'll see her in the sitting-room. He went up and waited. Throughout the house prevailed that unnatural, nerve-distressing quietude which tells the presence of calamity.
Having mused over the epistle, our friend took up his morning paper and glanced at the report of criminal trials. Whilst he was so engaged his landlady entered, carrying a tray of appetising appearance. 'Good-morning, Mrs. Byass, he said, with much friendliness. Then, in a lower voice, 'There's a fuller report here than there was in the evening paper. Perhaps you looked at it?
Byass, who was very nervous and perspiring freely, began to walk round and round the table, inspecting closely, in complete absence of mind, the objects that lay on it. 'We'll have a cab, cried Joseph, as he came forth equipped. 'Poor Jane's in a sad state, I'm afraid, oh? In a few minutes they were driving up Pentonville Road.
Jane saw him and felt the pressure of his hand, but she could neither speak nor understand anything that was said to her. On Friday morning, before she had made a show of eating the breakfast Bessie Byass prepared for her, a visitor arrived. 'She says her name's Mrs. Griffin, said Bessie, 'and she has something very important to tell you. Do you feel you can see her? 'Mrs. Griffin?
'Will you come with us, Jane, or would rather stay with Mrs. Byass? 'I will stay, please, father. He hesitated, but the thought that rose was even for him too ignoble to be entertained. 'As you please, my dear. Of course no one must enter your rooms but Mrs. Byass. I must go now, but I shall look in again to-night. 'Yes, father. She spoke mechanically.
A minute or two, and with the same light, hurried step, she descended the stairs, sprang past the ledger's room, sped down to the kitchen. Under other circumstances Bessie must surely have noticed a strangeness in her look, in her manner; but to-night Bessie had thought for nothing but her own calamities. Another day, and no further news from Sam. Mrs. Byass was ill; would they let her know Mr.
Byass was solemn, but gallant; he pressed her fingers like a clergyman paying a visit of consolation, and in a subdued voice made affectionate inquiry after his daughter. 'She has slept, I hope, poor child? Bessie took him into the sitting-room, and explained Jane's absence. 'A good girl; a good girl, he remarked, after listening with elevated brows, 'But she must be careful of her health.
Hitherto Bessie and Jane and an occasional charwoman had done all the work of the house; it was a day of jubilation for Mrs. Byass when she found herself ruling over a capped and aproned maid. All these things set it beyond doubt that Michael Snowdon had means greater than one would have supposed from his way of living hitherto.
Whilst he and her father transacted matters of business in the upper rooms, Jane remained downstairs with Mrs. Byass. Before quitting the house he asked her if she had had any communication with Miss Lant yet. 'I ought to write and tell her, replied Jane. 'I will do so for you, said the lawyer, kindly.
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