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Herbert ejaculated, "that's sheer nonsense, Crickledon. I'm sure your husband would tell you so." "It was my husband brought me the words," Mrs. Crickledon rejoined with some triumph. "He did tell me, I own, to keep it shut: but my speaking to you, a friend of Mr. Smith's, won't do no harm. He heard them under the battery, over that chiwal glass: 'And you shall pay, says Mr.
"Do you think so?" "He's circumventing Miss Annette Smith." "Pooh! Crickledon. A man of his age can't be seriously thinking of proposing for a young lady." "He's a well-kept man. He's never racketed. He had n't the rackets in him. And she may n't care for him. But we hear things drop." "What things have you heard drop, Crickledon?
Tinman's practicing before the glass preparatory to his going to the palace in London." "He gave me a shillin'," said Crummins. Crickledon comprehended him immediately. "We sha'n't speak about it, Ned." What did you see? was thus cautiously suggested. The shilling was on Crummins' tongue to check his betrayal of the secret scene.
"What a big fool he must be! eh?" Mr. Smith glanced at Crickledon and the other faces for the verdict of Tinman's townsmen upon his character. They had grounds for thinking differently of Tinman. "He's no fool," said Crickledon. Another shook his head. "Sharp at a bargain." "That he be," said the chorus. Mr. Smith was informed that Mr. Tinman would probably end by buying up half the town.
Fellingham, though a man, and an Englishman, was nervously wakeful enough to see the connection. "They'll have to consult the young lady first, ma'am." "If it's her father's nod she'll bow to it; now mark me," Mrs. Crickledon said, with emphasis. "She's a young lady who thinks for herself, but she takes her start from her father where it's feeling. And he's gone stone- blind over that Tinman."
There must be some hotel," said his daughter. "There's good accommodation at the Cliff Hotel hard by," said Crickledon. "But," said one of his friends, "if you don't want to go so far, sir, there's Master Crickledon's own house next door, and his wife lets lodgings, and there's not a better cook along this coast." "Then why did n't the man mention it? Is he afraid of having me?" asked Mr.
Tinman, and also Mrs. Cavely, were on shore. "It's his furniture, poor man, he sticks to: and nothing gets round the heart so!" resumed Mrs. Crickledon. "There goes his bed-linen!"
A linen sheet bad been flung out from one of the windows of the house on the beach, and flew loose and flapping in sign of distress. "It looks as if they had gone mad in that house, to have waited so long for to declare theirselves, poor souls," Mrs. Crickledon said, sighing. She was assured right and left that signals had been seen before, and some one stated that the cook of Mr.
She was, as she had previously informed him, a forty-pound-a-year cook at the period of her courting by Crickledon.
Come you too, old Man; and where's that plucky little girl who stood by " "Was there a girl?" said Tinman. "Yes, and there was a boy wanted to help." Van Diemen pointed at Herbert. Tinman looked, and piteously asked, "Have you examined Marine Parade and Belle Vue? It depends on the tide!" "Here is little Jane, sir," said Mrs. Crickledon. "Fall in," Van Diemen said to little Jane.
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