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The young Londoner presumed to touch upon Tinman's private affairs by pleading on behalf of the Crikledons, who were, he said, much dejected by the notice they had received to quit house and shop. "Another time," bawled Tinman. "I can't hear you in this wind." "Come in," said Fellingham.
The letter opened a world to her, broader than Great Britain. Fellingham begged her, if she thought favourably of him, to prepare her father for the purport of his visit. If otherwise, she was to interdict the visit with as little delay as possible and cut him adrift. A decided line of conduct was imperative. Yet you have seen that she was not in love. She was only not unwilling to be in love.
Fellingham returned to London, where he roamed the streets famous for furniture warehouses, in the vain hope of encountering the new owner of Elba. Failing in this endeavour, he wrote a love-letter to Annette. It was her first. She had liked him. Her manner of thinking she might love him was through the reflection that no one stood in the way.
Herbert speedily brought Mary Fellingham to Elba, and left her there. The situation was apparently unaltered. Van Diemen looked worn, like a man who has been feeding mainly on his reflections, which was manifest in his few melancholy bits of speech. He said to Herbert: "How you feel a thing when you are found out!" and, "It doesn't do for a man with a heart to do wrong!"
They will laugh at the report. All the greater reason is it that we should not indulge them at such periods; and I say woe's me for any brother of the pen, and one in some esteem, who dressed the report of that presentation of the Address of congratulation by Mr. Bailiff Tinman, of Crikswich! Herbert Fellingham wreaked his personal spite on Tinman.
Crickledon, on the edge of the crowd, reported what was doing to Annette and Miss Fellingham. A boat had been launched from the town. "Praise the Lord, there's none but coastguard in it!" she exclaimed, and excused herself for having her heart on her husband. Annette was as deeply thankful that her father was not in the boat. They looked round and saw Herbert beside them.
"I am much obliged to you; I do not dine out at present," said the London lady. "Dear me! are you ill?" "No." "Nothing in the family, I hope?" "My family?" "I am sure, I beg pardon," said Mrs. Cavely, bridling with a spite pardonable by the severest moralist. "Can I speak to you alone?" she addressed Annette. Miss Fellingham rose. Mrs. Cavely confronted her. "I can't allow it; I can't think of it.
My introductions of you in this neighbourhood, my patronage, prove my friendship." "You'll be a good old fellow, Mart, when you get over your hopes of being knighted." "Mr. Fellingham may set you against my wine, Philip. Let me tell you I know you you would not object to have your daughter called Lady."
Fellingham checked his tongue. "How have they settled that dispute about the chiwal-glass?" "Mr. Tinman had to give way." "Really." "But," Crickledon stopped work, "Mr. Tinman sold him a meadow." "I see." "Mr. Smith has been buying a goodish bit of ground here. They tell me he's about purchasing Elba. He has bought the Crouch. He and Mr. Tinman are always out together.
The sound of sawing attracted him to Crickledon's shop, and the industrious carpenter soon put him on the tide of affairs. Crickledon pointed to the house on the beach as the place where Mr. Van Diemen Smith and his daughter were staying. "Dear me! and how does he look?" said Fellingham. "Our town seems to agree with him, sir." "Well, I must not say any more, I suppose."
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