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Then, struck by the attorney's sickly face, 'I am afraid you are not well, Mr. Fishwick, Sir George continued, more kindly. 'The night has been too much for you. I would advise you to lie down for a few hours and take some rest. If anything is heard I will send word to you. Mr. Fishwick thanked him, without meeting his eyes; and after a minute or two retired.
Fishwick murmured almost under his breath. 'I don't know that poor people can always afford it, child. 'For shame! she cried hotly. 'For shame! But there, she continued, 'I know you do not mean it. I know that what you bid me do you would not do yourself. Would you have sold my cause, would you have hidden the truth for thousands?
'I will see them, Mr. Fishwick answered, wincing at the note of pain in her voice. 'I I was sent for this morning, for twelve o'clock. It is a quarter to eleven now. She looked at him, startled, a spot of red in each cheek. 'We must go away, she said hurriedly, 'while we have money. Can we do better than return to Oxford?
It was not until the fourth or fifth time of reading that Sir George made out the following scrawl: 'Take to Fishwick, Castle, Marlboro'. Help! Julia. Sir George swore. The box, with its pitiful, scarce articulate cry, brought the girl's helpless position, her distress, her terror, more clearly to his mind than all that had gone before.
'My dear child, the attorney answered in alarm, 'compose yourself. What is it? What is the matter? 'I, too thought it was he! I, even I. I thought that he wanted to rid himself of me, she cried, pouring forth her confession in shame and abasement. 'There! I can hardly bear to tell you in the dark, and how shall I tell him in the light? 'Tut-tut! Mr. Fishwick answered.
I believe he is mad. I told him it was out of the question, if he was the king of England or my lord duke. But he would have it that he had an appointment. 'So I have! cried Mr. Fishwick with heat and an excited gesture. 'I have an appointment with Lord Chatham. I should have been with his lordship at nine o'clock. 'An appointment? At this time of night? Dr.
Sir George, busy stooping and peering about the yard, which was grass-grown and surrounded by walls, made no answer; and the other two, as well as Mr. Fishwick, wondered what he would be at. But in a moment they knew. He stooped and took up a small object, smelt it, and held it out to them. 'What is that? he asked curtly. The stable-man who was holding his horse stared at it.
Fishwick refused to be satisfied, declined to be comforted. In place of viewing this stir and bustle, this coming and going as a perfect confirmation of Dr. Addington's statement, and a proof of his integrity, he looked askance at it.
'But how did he know that I was passing? Mr. Fishwick cried, thrusting back his wig and rubbing his head in perplexity. He could not yet believe that it was chance and only chance had brought them together. And she was equally ignorant. 'I don't know, she said. 'He only told me that he would have a carriage waiting at the gate. 'And why did he not come with you?
Fishwick I want to see, Sir George answered civilly. Through the brick passage he had a glimpse, as through a funnel, of green leaves climbing on a tiny treillage, and of a broken urn on a scrap of sward. 'You have a young lady staying here? he continued. The old woman's stiff grey eyebrows grew together. 'No! she said sharply. 'Nothing of the kind! 'A Miss Masterson.
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