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Updated: May 12, 2025
"It's very late, but I wanted to see him rather particularly," he murmured, as he stepped into the room. "Miss Drewitt's in the garden," said Joseph. Mr. Tredgold started and eyed him suspiciously. Mr. Tasker's face, however, preserving its usual appearance of stolid simplicity, his features relaxed and he became thoughtful again. "Perhaps I might go into the garden," he suggested.
He took his watch from his pocket, and, after comparing it with the town clock, peered furtively right and left, gradually slackening his pace until Miss Drewitt's fears for his leg became almost contagious. At the old stone bridge, spanning the river at the bottom of the High Street, he paused, and, resting his arms on the parapet, became intent on a derelict punt.
"There isn't a single feature alike. Besides, haven't you ever noticed what a stupid expression Joseph has got?" "Yes," said Miss Drewitt. The captain scratched his ear and regarded her closely, but Miss Drewitt's face was statuesque in its repose. "There there's nothing wrong with your eyes, my dear?" he ventured, anxiously "short sight or anything of that sort?"
The captain turned and, merely pausing to point out the difference between the lines of a punt and a dinghy, with a digression to sampans which included a criticism of the Chinese as boat-builders, prepared to depart. He cast a swift glance up the road as he did so, and Miss Drewitt's cheek flamed with sudden wrath as she saw Mr. Edward Tredgold hastening towards them.
"There isn't a single feature alike. Besides, haven't you ever noticed what a stupid expression Joseph has got?" "Yes," said Miss Drewitt. The captain scratched his ear and regarded her closely, but Miss Drewitt's face was statuesque in its repose. "There there's nothing wrong with your eyes, my dear?" he ventured, anxiously "short sight or anything of that sort?"
He passed his cup up and began to talk of skating and other seasonable topics. As he got warmer and his features regained their normal colouring and his face its usual expression of cheerfulness, Miss Drewitt's pity began to evaporate. "Are you feeling better?" she inquired, pointedly. "A little," was the cautious reply.
And his salary, she brightened up to tell me, 'is almost as good here as it used to be in the Trust Company for much harder work. She's a sweet old thing must have been quite a beauty once and I wish you could see old Drewitt's manner with her so courteous and affectionate and hers with him so adoring and confiding. It's wonderful!
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