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Miss Kennedy was not at home. Not at home in the honest sense of the words. Mr. Rollo asked for Mrs. Bywank, and marched straight to the housekeeper's room. And Mrs. Bywank's greeting made him feel that, for some reason, he had come at the right time. She begged him to sit down, and ordered luncheon; asking if he was in haste, or if they might wait a little for Miss Wych? 'She walked down to Mr.
Rollo, if I were you. 'What is the matter with Mr. Rollo, that his life must be insured? said Wych, gravely confronting her old friend with such a face that Mrs. Bywank was again betrayed into an unwilling laugh. But she returned to the charge. 'I wouldn't, Miss Wych! Gentlemen don't understand such things. 'I do not think Mr. Rollo seems dull, said the girl, with a face of grave reflection.
Bywank, said Rollo, looking as if his recollections in that quarter were pleasant 'which were not as soft as swansdown. But here we are coming to Moscheloo. How much do you know about fishing? 'Rather less than I do about anything else. O, I remember Mrs. Bywank said she used to know you. 'Mrs. Bywank is an old friend. In the times when I had, practically, two guardians though only Dr.
Perhaps he thought Mrs. Bywank meant to read him a cautionary lesson. 'She is in rather a hard position, he said, gravely. 'I am glad she has got a good friend in you, Mrs. Bywank. And I am glad I have, too. 'Yes, it is hard, said the old housekeeper, with a glance at him; 'though it is not to be expected, sir, that you should quite understand it.
'Will you substitute another word? said he, looking for it in the orbs so revealed. Wych Hazel turned off. 'Will you come to luncheon, sir? she said; so exactly as if she were speaking to Mr. Falkirk, that Mrs. Bywank looked up in mute amazement. But lunch was not to have much attention, nevertheless. Dingee began a raid on the housekeeper's room. It was: 'Mas' Nightingale, Missee Hazel.
'It's so late, if you don't forbid me, I am going up to my old friend, Mrs. Bywank, to ask her to give me lodging to-night. Hazel bowed her head in token that he might do as he pleased, giving no other reply.
I hoped you might have one, Mr. Rollo. 'What about the charades? 'I don't like them, said Mrs. Bywank decidedly, 'and they want Miss Wych in every one. So she's been getting her dresses ready, with my help, and telling me the whole story. It's "Mr. May and I are to do this," and "While I stand so, Captain Lancaster stands so." The last of all is a wedding. 'A wedding! Rollo repeated.
Except the tower, it was but two stories high, the front stretching along, with wide low steps running from end to end. In unmatched glee Dingee stood on the carriage way showing his teeth, on the steps, striving in vain to clear her eyes so that she might see, was Mrs. Bywank; her kindly figure, which each succeeding year had gently developed, robed in her state dress of black silk.
Bywank, 'but I only know nothing stirred her till she heard the servants begin to move about the house. And then she got up, in a sort of slow way, so that I thought she would fall. And I put my arm around her, and she laid her head on my shoulder, and so we went upstairs. But she only said she was "very, very tired," and didn't want any breakfast. I couldn't get another word but that.
Lasalle's ball, and the sun was riding high, and still no signs of Miss Wych, then Mrs. Bywank went to her room. And the good housekeeper was much taken aback to find peasant dress and grey serge curled down together in a heap on the floor, and Miss Wych among them, asleep with her head in a chair.
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