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It concerned the ungrateful conduct of their little housemaid Jane, who, as Mrs. Cavely said, "egged on by that woman Crickledon," had been hinting at an advance of wages. "She didn't dare speak, but I saw what was in her when she broke a plate, and wouldn't say she was sorry. I know she goes to Crickledon and talks us over. She's a willing worker, but she has no heart."
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.
"Crickledon, my dear soul, your husband is labouring with a bit of fun," Herbert said to her. "He would n't laugh loud at Punch, for fear of an action," she replied. "He never laughs out till he gets to bed, and has locked the door; and when he does he says 'Hush! to me. Tinman is n't bailiff again just yet, and where he has his bailiff's best Court suit from, you may ask.
He furnished them sound and motion for their amusement, and now and then a scrap of conversation; and the sedater spirits dwelling in his immediate neighbourhood were accustomed to step in and see him work up to supper-time, instead of resorting to the more turbid and costly excitement of the public-house. Crickledon looked up from the measurement of a thumb-line.
"You say it so capitally, Crickledon." "And then old Tinman said, 'And a D. to you; and if I lift my finger, it's Big D. on your back." "And what did Mr. Smith say, then?" "He said, like a man shot, my husband says he said, 'My God!" Herbert Fellingham jumped away from the table. "You tell me, Crickledon, your husband actually heard that just those words? the tones?"
In a profound silence you may hear pins; in a hubbub you may hear cannon-balls. But I never believe in eavesdropping gossip." "He was heard to say to Mr. Smith," Crickledon pursued, and she lowered her voice, "he was heard to say, it was when they were quarreling over that chiwal, and they went at one another pretty hard before Mr. Smith beat him and he sold Mr.
Crickledon. His voice made a sound of metal in his throat, and his air was that of a man buttoned up to the palate, as he read from the card, glancing over his eyelids, "Mr. Van Diemen Smith, I believe." "Phil Ribstone, if you like," said the other, without rising. "Oh, ah, indeed!" Tinman temperately coughed. "Yes, dear me. So it is. It strikes you as odd?" "The change of name," said Tinman.
Not less than a hundred people were in this field, among them Crickledon and his wife. All were in silent watch of the house on the beach, which was to east of the field, at a distance of perhaps three stonethrows. The scene was wild. Continuously the torrents poured through the shingleclefts, and momently a thunder sounded, and high leapt a billow that topped the house and folded it weltering.
Crickledon, on the edge of the crowd, reported what was doing to Annette and Miss Fellingham. A boat had been launched from the town. "Praise the Lord, there's none but coastguard in it!" she exclaimed, and excused herself for having her heart on her husband. Annette was as deeply thankful that her father was not in the boat. They looked round and saw Herbert beside them.
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.
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