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"As for you being in no hurry, Sophia," the old man went on, "nobody can say as you've been in a hurry." Sophia had suffered a check. She glanced hesitatingly at Constance. "Mrs. Critchlow and I will go down into the parlour," said Constance, quickly. "There is a bit of fire there." "Oh no. I won't hear of such a thing!" "Yes, we will, won't we, Mrs. Critchlow?"
Constance had been hearing a good deal lately of grand juries, but she had understood nothing, nor had she sought to understand. "I'm very glad it's come on so soon," she said. "In a sense, that is! I was afraid Sam might be kept at Stafford for days. Do you think it will last long?" "Not it!" said Mr. Critchlow, positively. "There's naught in it to spin out."
"Run for the doctor, Maggie," said Sophia. "How came ye to let him fall?" Mr. Critchlow demanded. "I was out of the room. I just ran down into the shop " "Gallivanting with that young Scales!" said Mr. Critchlow, with devilish ferocity. "Well, you've killed yer father; that's all!" He must have been at his shop door and seen the entry of the traveller! And it was precisely characteristic of Mr.
'Please a pennorth o' alum to tak' smell out o' a bit o' elephant. Mr. Critchlow hated boys. "'I'll alum ye! says I, and I did. I alummed him out o' my shop with a pestle. If there'd been one there'd been twenty between opening and nine o'clock. 'George, I says to my apprentice, 'shut shop up. My old friend John Baines is going to his long home to- day, and I'll close.
I'm always glad when the tenants come. That's always a good sign." He glanced round for approval of this sentiment. But everybody seemed too stiff to move. Even the auctioneer was self-conscious. "Waiter! Offer wine to Mr. Critchlow!" he exclaimed bullyingly, as if saying: "Man! what on earth are you thinking of, to neglect Mr. Critchlow?"
He put one elbow on the top of the screen, showing the Signal. "Mr. Critchlow!" said Constance, primly; she had acquired Samuel's dislike of him. "It's begun!" he observed with mysterious glee. "Has it?" Constance said eagerly. "Is it in the paper already?"
Baines, was to leave pails prominent on the main routes of the house; and now, divining what was at hand, it flamed into insurrection. No sleepless night had ever been so long to Sophia as the three minutes which elapsed before Mr. Critchlow came. As she stood on the mat outside the bedroom door she tried to draw her mother and Constance and Mr.
He remained staring like this, his hands on his sharp apron-covered knees, for a little space; and then he seized the inert mass and restored it to the bed, and wiped those clotted lips with his apron. Sophia heard loud breathing behind her. It was Maggie. She heard a huge, snorting sob; Maggie was showing her emotion. "Go fetch doctor!" Mr. Critchlow rasped. "And don't stand gaping there!"
Critchlow's knock. Mr. Critchlow entered without any formalities, as usual. He did not seem to have changed. He stood fairly straight. He was carrying a newspaper in his vellum hand. "Well, missis!" he said. "That will do, thank you, Amy," said Constance, quietly. Amy went slowly. "So ye're washing him for her!" said Mr. Critchlow. "Yes," Constance admitted. Spot glanced sharply at the aged man.
All these elders were continually inserting arms into the fringe of fluffy children that surrounded the heaped table; removing dangerous spoons out of cups into saucers, replacing plates, passing cakes, spreading jam, whispering consolations, explanations, and sage counsel. Mr. Critchlow, snow-white now but unbent, remarked that there was 'a pretty cackle, and he sniffed.
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