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Crickledon, who had come into the sitting-room to take away the breakfast things. Mr. Fellingham gave a peal of laughter; but Mrs Crickledon bade him be hushed, for Mr. Van Diemen Smith had gone to lay down his poor aching head on his pillow. Annette ran upstairs to speak to her father about a doctor. During her absence, Mr. Fellingham received the popular portrait of Mr.
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.
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.
And Fellingham was just a trifle warmed. Now mark what events will do to light the fires. Van Diemen and Tinman, old chums re-united, and both successful in life, had nevertheless, as Mrs. Crickledon said, their differences. They commenced with an opposition to Tinman's views regarding the expenditure of town moneys.
"Nothing I knows of proves the difference between gentlefolks and poor persons as tastes in wine," said Mrs. Crickledon, admiring him as she brought in a dish of cutlets, with Sir Alfred Pooney's favourite sauce Soubise, wherein rightly onion should be delicate as the idea of love in maidens' thoughts, albeit constituting the element of flavour.
"But you're glad to be up Monday morning?" "It feels cheerfuller in the shop." "And carpentering's your joy?" "I think I may say so." Van Diemen slapped his thigh. "There's life in Old England yet!" Crickledon eyed him as he walked away to the beach to look for his daughter, and conceived that there was a touch of the soldier in him.
She endeavoured to account for this variation of mood. "We have been invited to dine at the house on the beach to-morrow. I would not have accepted, but papa . . . we seemed to think it a duty. Of course the invitation extends to you. We fancy you do not greatly enjoy dining there. The table will be laid for you here, if you prefer." Herbert preferred to try the skill of Mrs. Crickledon.
He's in his dressing-gown!" The crowd made way for Mr. Van Diemen Smith to welcome his friend. Two of the coastguard jumped out, and handed him to the dry bank, while Herbert, Van Diemen, and Crickledon took him by hand and arm, and hoisted him on to the flint wall, preparatory to his descent into the field.
Crickledon, who wound up the procession, taking little Jane by the hand. Little Jane was walking demurely, with a placid face. Annette glanced at Tinman. Her excited feelings nearly rose to a scream of laughter. For hours after, Mary had only to say to her: "Little Jane," to produce the same convulsion.
You'll know where to find me in the morning; and mind, I shall expect Phippun and Company to give me a very good account of their reason for moving a big looking-glass on a night like this. There, be off." The crown-piece in his hand effected a genial change in Crummins' disposition to communicate. Crickledon spoke to him about the glass; two or three of the others present jogged him.
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