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Byass gained his point. For a time he would go on country journeys. Bessie assented sullenly, but, strange to say, she had never been in better spirits than on the day after this decision had been arrived at. On that day, however it was early in March an annoying incident happened. Mr.
Bessie, just after her marriage, ventured to speak with friendly reproof of Clara's behaviour to Sidney Kirkwood. Clara was not disposed to admit freedoms of that kind; she half gave it to be understood that, though others might be easily satisfied, she had views of her own on such subjects. Thereafter Mrs. Byass grew decidedly cool.
John Street Road, across City Read, down to Hanover Street, literally running for most of the time. Her knock at Mrs. Byass's door was terrific. 'I want to see Jane Snowdon, was her address to Bessie. 'Do you? I think you might have knocked more like civilisation, replied Mrs. Byass, proud of expressing herself with superior refinement. But Clem pushed her way forward.
He understood, and was somewhat uneasy, but made no resistance. Mr. Byass presented himself. He had a very long face, and obviously brought news of grave import. Joseph shook hands with him. 'You don't know my wife, I think. Mr. Byass, Clem. Nothing wrong, I hope? Samuel, having made his best City bow, swung back from his toes to his heels, and stood looking down into his hat.
But I confess, that a long exercise, and an often reiterated meditation, is necessary to accustom us to look on all things with that byass: And I beleeve, in this principally consists, the secret of those Philosophers who formerly could snatch themselves from the Empire of Fortune, and in spight of pains and poverty, dispute felicity with their Gods, for imploying themselves incessantly in considering the bounds which Nature had prescribed them, they so perfectly perswaded themselves, That nothing was in their power but their thoughts, that, that onely was enough to hinder them from having any affection for other things.
Tell her I've known it a long time. She needn't trouble about me; I'm going out to enjoy myself. Jane ran back to the kitchen. 'Mr. Byass says he's known it a long time, she reported, with much gravity. 'And he's going out to enjoy himself. Bessie remained mute. 'What message shall I take back, Mrs. Byass?
But he's done it once too often, I'll precious soon have the perlice after him! Has he left you to look after yourself? Has he, eh? You just tell me that! Jane and Mrs. Byass stared at each other in dismay. The letter that had come this morning enabled them to guess the meaning of Clem's fury. The latter interpreted their looks as an admission that Jane too was a victim. She laughed aloud.
Bessie Byass and her husband had, as you may suppose, devoted many an hour to intimate gossip on the affairs of their top-floor lodgers. Having no relations with Clerkenwell Close, they did not even hear the rumours which spread from Mrs. Peckover's house at the time of Jane's departure thence; their curiosity, which only grew keener as time went on, found no appeasement save in conjecture.
Don't pay any attention to my husband; he's a vulgar man! Jane stepped forward. 'I'm sure he looks very nice, Mrs. Byass. 'Of course he does, bless him! Sam, get your coat on, and brush your hat, and let Miss Snowdon teach you how to behave yourself. Well, we're going to leave the house in your care, Jane. We shall be back some time to-morrow night, but goodness knows when.
A cold shoulder of mutton, a piece of cheese, pickled beetroot, a seed-cake, and raspberry jam; such was the fare to which Bessie Byass invited her husband and her guest. On a side-table were some open cardboard boxes containing artificial flowers and leaves; for Bessie had now and then a little 'mounting' to do for a shop in Upper Street, and in that way aided the income of the family.
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