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The extracts from his Diary which are given below speak of this visit, and most instructively describe the time and manner in which he first received his gift, as well as the weight which the approaching exercise of it brought upon his mind. 5 mo. 27. Sarah Lamley and Ann Fairbank lodged six nights with us, and I accompanied them to Dirtcar and Wakefield.
And although I had a concurring testimony in my own mind to their declarations, yet I had always an excuse to flee unto by secretly saying, It may be intended for some one else; until the Most High was graciously pleased, by the services of his sincere handmaids, Sarah Lamley and Ann Fairbank, in their family visits to Friends of Barnsley, as mentioned last Fifth Month, to speak so clearly to my situation in their private opportunity with us, as to leave no room for excuse; but I was forced to acknowledge, Thou art the man.
As I ran down the stairs I heard the stable clock strike the quarter to two in the morning. My mistress was eager and agitated. "Is Francis awake or asleep?" Mrs. Fairbank inquired. "He has been a little restless, madam. But he is now quiet again. "Has nothing happened since I was here last?" "Nothing, madam." The doctor lifted his eyebrows with a comical look of distress. "Alas, alas, Mrs.
Beale, stepping back, shocked and hurt, "I call you to witnesh, Detective-Sergeant Peterson and amiable Constable Fairbank and learned Dr. van Heerden, that he has denied me. And it has come to this," he said bitterly, and leaning his head against the door-post he howled like a dog.
Just as our preparations are completed, Mrs. Fairbank appears. A moment or two later the hostler follows her out. He has bandaged the horse's leg, and is now ready to drive us to Farleigh Hall. I observe signs of agitation in his face and manner, which suggest that my wife has found her way into his confidence. I put the question to her privately in a corner of the yard. "Well?
I suddenly heard my mistress's voice calling to me from the stable yard. There was no time to think there was only time to act. The one thing needed was to keep Mrs. Fairbank from ascending the stairs, and discovering not my lady guest only but the Englishman also, gagged and bound on his bed. I instantly hurried to the yard.
"Curable delusion, in my opinion," the surgeon added, "if the experiment could be fairly tried." "How can it be tried?" I asked. Instead of replying, the surgeon put a question to me, on his side. "Do you happen to know," he said, "that this year is Leap Year?" "Mrs. Fairbank reminded me of it yesterday," I answered. "Otherwise I might not have known it."
A short railway journey and a shorter walk brought us to Fairbank, the modest residence of the great financier. Fairbank was a good-sized square house of white stone, standing back a little from the road. A double carriage-sweep, with a snow-clad lawn, stretched down in front to two large iron gates which closed the entrance.
Fairbank holding to her absurd resolution to see with her own eyes what might, or might not, happen to Francis Raven on his birthday flatly declined to leave Maison Rouge. "It's easy to send an excuse," she said, in her off-hand manner. I failed, for my part, to see any easy way out of the difficulty.
He grew widely known in the neighborhood under his nickname. Quarrels took place, ending once or twice in blows. It became plain, even to Mrs. Fairbank herself, that some wise change must be made. While we were still considering what the change was to be, the unfortunate hostler was thrown on our hands for some time to come by an accident in the stables.
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