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'You have not a minute to lose, he said, in repressed anxiety. 'And your journey will be expensive: instead of walking from Anglebury to Knollsea, you had better drive above all, don't lose time. Never mind what class the train is. Take this from me, since the emergency is great. He handed something to Chickerel folded up small. The butler took it without inquiry, and stepped out hastily.
'O, there's father! whispered Picotee, with childlike gladness, as Chickerel became visible to her by the door. The butler nodded to his daughter, and became again engrossed in his duties. 'I wish I could see her my mistress again, said Picotee. 'You seem mightily concerned about your mistress, said Menlove. 'Do you want to see if you have dressed her properly?
Chickerel had been nurse in a nobleman's family until her marriage, and after that she played the part of wife and mother, upon the whole, affectionately and well.
Chickerel, with a servant's instinct, was for beating a retreat. 'No, said Sol. 'Let us stand our ground. We have already been seen, and we do no harm. So they stood still on the edge of the drive, and the carriage drew near. It was a landau, and the sun shone in upon Lord Mountclere, with Lady Mountclere sitting beside him, like Abishag beside King David.
With a tear in her eye for her father, and a sigh in her bosom for Sol, she bowed in answer to their salute; her husband moved his hat and nodded, and the carriage rolled on. Lord Mountclere might possibly be making use of the fine morning in showing her the park and premises. Chickerel, with a moist eye, now went on with his son towards the highroad.
A talk went on in low tones. After a ten minutes' stay he departed as secretly as he had come. His errand was the cause of much whispered discussion between the vicar and his wife during the evening, but nothing was said concerning it to the outside world. It was half-past eleven before the Spruce, with Mountclere and Sol Chickerel on board, had steamed back again to Sandbourne.
I should object to him myself if I had a daughter. I never liked him. 'Why? said Mrs. Doncastle, lifting her eyelids as if the act were a heavy task. 'For reasons which don't generally appear. 'Yes, said Mr. Doncastle, in a low tone. 'Still, we must not believe all we hear. 'Is Chickerel going? said Neigh. 'He leaves in five or ten minutes, said Doncastle.
After dark the same evening a woman, dressed in plain black and wearing a hood, went to the servants' entrance of Mr. Doncastle's house, and inquired for Mr. Chickerel. Ethelberta found him in a room by himself, and on entering she closed the door behind her, and unwrapped her face. 'Can you sit with me a few minutes, father? she said. 'Yes, for a quarter of an hour or so, said the butler.
'I sincerely hope she Well, good-night, Chickerel, continued Neigh, ending his words abruptly. The cab containing him drove again towards the station-gates, leaving Chickerel standing on the kerb. He passed through the booking-office, and looked at the paper Neigh had put into his hand. It was a five-pound note. Chickerel mused on the circumstance as he took his ticket and got into the train.
Upon the cool grey of her shoulders hung a few locks of hair, toned warm as fire by the sunshiny addition to its natural hue. Chickerel instinctively took off his hat; Sol did the same. For only a moment did Ethelberta seem uncertain how to act. But a solution to her difficulty was given by the face of her brother.
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