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But circumstances, now as ever, seemed to plot that at a critical moment of her own experience she should be called out of herself and constrained to become the consoler of others. For some months the domestic peace of Mr. and Mrs. Byass had been gravely disturbed. Unlike the household at Crouch End, it was to prosperity that Sam and his wife owed their troubles.
A hundred a year he could very well afford just to keep his conscience at ease; and for Jane it would be wealth. Excellent Mrs. Byass was as good a guardian as could anywhere be found, and Jane's discretion forbade any fear on her account when business should take him away. 'Well now, we've talked quite long enough.
Jane was the only friend she had; the only creature who would speak the kind of words to her for which she longed. Again the knocker fell, and again Mrs. Byass appeared. 'What do you want? I've got nothing for you, she cried impatiently. 'I want to see Miss Snowdon, please, mum Miss Snowdon, please 'Miss Snowdon? Then why didn't you say so? Step inside.
Now I'm sure you wouldn't desire to have command of large sums of money before you are twenty-one? Just so; your grandfather didn't intend it. Well, first let me ask you this question. Would you rather live with with your stepmother, or with your excellent friend Mrs. Byass? I see what your answer is, and I approve it; I fully approve it.
Kirkwood? 'Yes, indeed. I can't tell you how surprised I was, Mr. Snowdon. And there seems to be such a mystery about it, too. Bessie positively glowed with delight in such confidential talk. It was her dread that Jane's arrival might put an end to it before everything was revealed. 'A mystery, you may well say, Mrs. Byass. I think highly of Mr. Kirkwood, very highly; but really in this affair!
'Oh no, not a bit of it! said Jane, seeing the opportunity for a transition to jest. 'I do! And you may go upstairs and tell him so. 'All right; I will. Jane ran upstairs and knocked at the door of the parlour. A gruff voice bade her enter, but the room was nearly in darkness. 'Will you have a light, Mr. Byass? 'No thank you. 'Mr. Byass, Mrs. Byass says I'm to say she hates you. 'All right.
Pennyloaf found the dark thoughts slip away insensibly. And she talked, she talked where was there such a talker as Pennyloaf nowadays, when she once began? Mr. Byass was not very willing, after all, to give up his country travelling. That his departure on that business befell at a moment of domestic quarrel was merely chance; secretly he had made the arrangement with his firm some weeks before.
Scawthorne, who always dined in town and seldom returned to his lodgings till late in the evening, rang his bell about eight o'clock and sent a message by the servant that he wished to see Mrs. Byass. Bessie having come up, he announced to her with gravity that his tenancy of the rooms would be at an end in a fortnight. Various considerations necessitated his livin in a different part of London.
He laid his hand on her. Jane raised her head, and endeavoured to obey him; in the act she moaned and fell insensible. Michael strode to the door and called twice or thrice for Mrs. Byass; then he stooped by the lifeless girl and supported her head. Bessie was immediately at hand, with a cry of consternation, but also with helpful activity.
Father wouldn't mind waiting a few minutes. I must go at once, Mrs. Byass. She would hear no objection, and speedily left the house in Mrs. Griffin's company. At half-past nine, punctually, Mr. Snowdon's double knock sounded at the door. Joseph looked more respectable than ever in his black frock-coat and silk hat with the deep band. His bow to Mrs.
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