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It was his own letter to Regina returned to him. On the back of it, there was a line in Mr. Farnaby's handwriting: "If you send any more letters they will be burnt unopened." In those insolent terms the wretch wrote with bankruptcy and exposure hanging over his head. Rufus spoke plainly upon this. "There's an end of it now," he said.
I say Farnaby! I want a cigar." This broad hint produced an adjournment to the smoking-room, the doctor leading the way. I began to wonder how much longer my introduction to Miss Regina was to be delayed. It was not to come until I had seen a new side of my host's character, and had found myself promoted to a place of my own in Mr. Farnaby's estimation.
Melton politely, at a loss to understand the interruption. "I didn't at first know what you meant," Amelius explained. "You put it, if you will forgive me for saying so, in rather a roundabout way. If you are alluding, all this time, to Mrs. Farnaby's death, I must honestly tell you that I know of it already." The bland self-possession of Mr. Melton's face began to show signs of being ruffled.
She still looked obstinately on the ground; and, instead of speaking of Amelius, she diverged to the subject of Mr. Farnaby's illness. "I am staying in Paris with my uncle," she said. "He has had a long illness; but he is strong enough now to speak to me of things that have been on his mind for some time past.
One of the swinging windows in the skylight was open; and I heard voices in the back room above, which is Mrs. Farnaby's room." "Whose voices did you hear?" "Mrs. Farnaby's voice, and Mr. Goldenheart's." "Mrs. Farnaby?" Jervy repeated, in surprise. "Are you sure it was Mrs.?" "Of course I am! Do you think I don't know that horrid woman's voice?
He returned to his cottage so completely disheartened, that he regretted the day when he had left Tadmor. But he kept his appointment, the next morning, to take leave of Regina. The carriage was at the door, with a luggage-laden cab waiting behind it. Mr. Farnaby's ill-temper vented itself in predictions that they would be too late to catch the train.
I wish to speak openly, excepting the names, on account of Mrs. Farnaby." Amelius thought of Phoebe's vindictive language the last time he had seen her. He looked towards a cabinet in a corner of the room, in which he had placed Mrs. Farnaby's letter. An instinctive distrust of his visitor began to rise in his mind. His manner altered he turned to his plate, and went on with his breakfast.
He had no idea of the disgust and abhorrence which respectable people would feel at his odious Socialism. Was she never to know another happy moment? and was Amelius to be the cause of it? and so on, and so on. Mr. Farnaby's protest followed, delivered by Mr. Farnaby himself.
Judging by appearance, the inhabitants of the kitchen possessed a merit which is exceedingly rare among domestic servants they understood the laws of ventilation, and appreciated the blessing of fresh air. "That will do," said Mrs. Farnaby. "You can turn round now." Amelius turned. Mrs. Farnaby's boots and stockings were on the hearthrug, and one of Mrs.
"When Farnaby talks of the style his young woman is accustomed to live in, what does he mean?" "He means," Amelius answered smartly, "a carriage to drive out in, champagne on the table, and a footman to answer the door." "Farnaby's ideas, sir, have crossed the water and landed in New York," Rufus remarked. "Well, and what did you say to him, on your side?" "I gave it to him, I can tell you!
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