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I remember putting it down, it seemed so exactly to coincide with my own views." Mrs. Dabb looked in her pocket-book. "Overstrung cerebration, that was it; overstrung cerebration." "What were you going to say about Miriam?" "A little proposal. My husband wants a clerk. Why not let Andrew take the place, and Miriam be his housekeeper?
Dabb shook back her hair, and put both her hands to her forehead. "Does your head ache?" "No; at least not more than usual. I always have a weight there; I believe it is merely ideas. I asked a very eminent young man who lives not far from us he occupies a high position in the hospital a dresser, I think, they call him; and he said it was due to overstrung dear me, what was it!
Andrew, finding that vegetation in London was very slow work, had contracted the habit of taking whisky a little more frequently, and had even not unnoticed by Mr. Dabb provided himself with a small flask, from which he was accustomed to solace himself by "nips" during business hours when he thought he was not seen. Once or twice he had been late in the morning, and had been reminded by Mr. Dabb.
We have no room for them, but apartments are to be procured at a low rate." This was in reality Miriam's scheme. She had heard of the vacancy in Mr. Dabb's establishment, and had implored her aunt to use her influence with Giacomo to gain his assent to Andrew's removal. Mrs. Dabb was not an unkind woman; she really thought she liked Miriam, and she consented.
In about half-an-hour after they had refreshed themselves Uncle Dabb looked in. "Better be off before it gets dark. Eight o'clock sharp to-morrow morning, Andrew. Sharp's the word. Breakfast before you come. My boy will show you your quarters. Needn't take them unless you like them." A cab was called, their luggage was put upon it, and they were landed in Nelson Square.
I won't turn you out into the street, as I might have done, with nothing but what was due to you. There's two months' pay, and now we're quits. You take my advice, and let this be a lesson to you, or you'll go from bad to worse." Mr. Dabb produced the money, and handed it to Andrew. He was confounded, and almost dumb with terror. At last he found words, and implored his uncle to forgive him.
Accordingly she came, and in a short time saw what was the state of affairs between Miriam and her father. She rather liked Miriam, chiefly for her defects; and as Giacomo had been a little freer than usual with his sister one evening, and had expressed his fears that Miriam and Mrs. Brooks would not agree, Mrs. Dabb gave him some advice.
Andrew assumed his new position. Fortunately for him, he was, like many other youths of his bent, rather quick at arithmetic; Mr. Dabb was not very busy, and whatever his faults may have been, was by no means disposed to be hard upon a beginner. Still the day was insufferably long, and he rejoiced with a foolish extravagance of delight when the hour came for going home.
Dabb had in fact been much provoked of late by small irregularities in Andrew's attendance, and had at last made up his mind that on the next occasion he would tell him, notwithstanding their relationship, that his services were no longer required. "Nice time to show yourself, Mr. Andrew," observed Mr. Dabb, pulling out his watch. "I was not well." "I've got a word or two to say to you.
The messenger was commissioned to take them to their uncle's, where they were to have tea; and after tea they were to go to the lodgings which Mrs. Dabb had provisionally selected for them. In a few minutes they had crossed London Bridge, and drew up in front of Mr. Dabb's house. There was no private entrance, and they encountered their uncle on the pavement.
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