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Wednesday was a half-holiday at Crichton House, and so, soon after dinner, Paul found himself marshalled with the rest in a procession bound for the football field. They marched two and two, Chawner and three of the other elder boys leading with the ball and four goal-posts ornamented with coloured calico flags, and Mr. Blinkhorn and Mr. Tinkler bringing up the rear. Mr.
"When she went in and banged the door, you thought she'd gone to weep," said Chawner; "but for two pins, Samuel, I'd have told you she was dancing a fandango on the kitchen floor. 'Tis a very fine thing for a woman to know her faith is so truly founded, and she's got the faith in you would move mountains; and so have I; and you can wed when you've a mind to it."
"Won't have it! and why?" "Never mind why. Perhaps I don't choose that the Doctor shall be told just yet; perhaps I mean to go up and tell him myself some other day. I want to have a little more fun out of it before I've done." "But but," said Paul, "you young ghoul, do you mean to say that all you care for is to see other people's sufferings?" Chawner grinned maliciously.
Because to obey any such order from an ordinary policeman would have been difficult to her nature. Of course, Chawner very soon found it out and was a good bit amused and a thought vexed also, since he counted on a year at least of Cicely's company, though well knowing such a lovely young woman weren't going to devote herself to his middle-aged convenience for ever.
"Dickie," he began, in a cautious, oily tone, "did I hear the Doctor say before dinner that he would hear anything you have to tell him after supper? Did I?" "I really can't say, sir," said Paul; "if you were near the keyhole at the time, very likely you did." "The door was open," said Chawner, "and I was in the cloak-room, so I heard, and I want to know.
So, silent and miserable, with slow step and hanging head, he set out with his gaolers to render himself up once more at his house of bondage a sort of involuntary Regulus, without the oath. "Dickie, you were very anxious to run just now," observed Chawner, after they had gone some distance on their homeward way. "We were late for tea late for tea," explained Paul hastily.
At first he was calm and triumphant; his dearest hopes, his long-wished-for opportunity of a fair and unprejudiced hearing, were at last to be fulfilled Chawner was well out of the way for the best part of two hours the Doctor was very unlikely to be detained nearly so long over one call; his one anxiety was lest he might not be able, after all, to explain himself in a thoroughly effective manner he planned out a little scheme for doing this.
"You told him you never gave her any encouragement, didn't you? And he said if he ever found you had, nothing could save you from a licking, didn't he?" "He did," said Paul, "he was quite right from his point of view what then?" "Why, this," said Chawner: "Do you remember giving Jolland, the last Sunday of last term, a note for that very girl?" "I never did!" said poor Mr.
Borlase catched me stealing sloe berries for your sloe gin; but I didn't know I was stealing, you see, for I thought they were free, so he's forgived me and I ban't to hear no more of it this time." "Then he can come in and have a drop of the last brew," declared Chawner; "but just look round afore he enters and see as no fur nor feathers be about in the house-place to fret him."
"I was going to say I was engaged," said the Doctor; "but there's something under this I must understand. Come in, whoever you are." And the door opened softly, and Chawner stepped meekly in; he was rather pale and breathed hard, but was otherwise quite composed. "Now, then, Chawner," said the Doctor impatiently, "what is it? Have you something on your mind, too?"
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