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The effect of time was such that even Mr. Critchlow appeared to have forgotten even that she had been indirectly responsible for her father's death. She had nearly forgotten it herself; when she happened to think of it she felt no shame, no remorse, seeing the death as purely accidental, and not altogether unfortunate.
With a glance, they exchanged their ideas on the subject of Charles Critchlow and Maria, and learnt that their ideas were similar. Constance said nothing as to the private interview. Nor did Sophia. At present, on this the first day, they could only achieve intimacy by intermittent flashes. "What about bed?" asked Sophia. "You must be tired," said Constance.
Critchlow went through the doorway and down the corridor, past the cutting-out room to his right. The corridor then turned at a right-angle to the left and ended at the parlour door, the kitchen steps being to the left. Mr. Critchlow stopped short of the kitchen steps, and extended his arms, touching the walls on either side. "Here!" he said, tapping the walls with his bony knuckles. "Here!
The bull-terrier had wandered into the shop as he almost invariably did at closing time for he slept there, an efficient guard and had lain down by the dying stove; though not venerable, he was stiffening into age. "You can shut," said Miss Insull to the youth. But as the final shutter was ascending to its position, Mr. Critchlow appeared on the pavement. "Hold on, young fellow!" Mr.
"Have you sent for the doctor?" she questioned Mr. Critchlow. The fate of her husband presented no mysteries to Mrs. Baines. Everybody had been warned a thousand times of the danger of leaving the paralytic, whose life depended on his position, and whose fidgetiness was thereby a constant menace of death to him.
Every one was thunderstruck at this expression of joy. Mr. Critchlow had never been known to be glad to see anybody. "Yes," twittered Maria, "Mr. Critchlow would come in to-night. Nothing would do but he must come in to-night." "You didn't tell me this afternoon," said Constance, "that you were going to give us the pleasure of your company like this." He looked momentarily at Constance.
"Yes!" she said, a little disdainfully. "And my goodwill? Shall you take that at a valuation too?" Mr. Critchlow glanced at the creature for whom he was ready to scatter thousands of pounds. She might have been a Phryne and he the infatuated fool. He glanced at her as if to say: "We expected this, and this is where we agreed it was to stop." "Ay!" he said to Constance. "Show me your goodwill.
Critchlow entirely, and went to a young lawyer at Hanbridge, a friend of his and of Matthew Peel-Swynnerton's. Mr. Critchlow, aged and unaccustomed to interference, had to render accounts of his trusteeship to this young man, and was incensed. The estate was proved at over thirty-five thousand pounds. In the main, Sophia had been careful, and had even been parsimonious.
"The very thought of the dentist's cures you. Why don't you go in at once to Mr. Critchlow and have it out like a man?" Mr. Critchlow extracted teeth, and his shop sign said "Bone-setter and chemist." But Mr. Povey had his views. "I make no account of Mr. Critchlow as a dentist," said he. "Then for goodness' sake go up to Oulsnam's." "When? I can't very well go now, and to-morrow is Saturday."
She went back to the bed, expecting a visit from Constance. But a clock struck eight, and all the various phenomena connected with the departure of Mr. Critchlow occurred one after another. At the same time Maggie came home from the land of romance. Then long silences! Constance was now immured with her father, it being her "turn" to nurse; Maggie was washing up in her cave, and Mr.
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