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"What are they doing, driving their horses, and dragging out their servants in the middle of a Sunday afternoon?" They went sometimes, in the afternoon, to a service at the Cathedral, Gibbon, who in spite of being habitually at the back of the house evidently knew something of the Forcuses' movements, was able to communicate.
"A remarkably fine-looking young lady is Miss Bessie," he pronounced. He nodded a familiar farewell to his visitor when, uncomfortable and crestfallen, the latter withdrew. The Forcuses were not even customers. Sir Francis and he sat on the magistrates' bench together.
He was generally at work at the back of the house, and could not say how often they passed, Gibbon said. "You'd rather be looking at your three-yard-square of croquet-lawn than at Deleah Day in the Forcuses' carriage, Gibbon?" Gibbon plucked a leaf from the hedge and put it in his mouth, but made no reply to the facetious remark.
And at that moment a carriage was driven past, whose servants wore the green and tan liveries of the Forcuses. One of the two ladies seated in the carriage, with a look of surprise on her face, leant eagerly forward and bowed to the men at the gate. Mr.
Bessie can't see that things are different with us at least she sees, of course, but she does not realise that they must be different; not only now, but for ever. She never sees us with other people's eyes. It never comes home to her that the friends we had we can never have again. What have people like the Forcuses to do with us!" "I think that Mr.
He was a rich man himself, and going, he would see to it, to be richer, but the income of the Forcuses he knew was perhaps seven times as much as his own; and he was one of that large body of good sort of people who love to be in the society of men richer than themselves. "We so much enjoyed the concert, Mr. Boult," Deleah said to him. "The concert?" Mr. Boult repeated.
"There's one of 'em, that to my mind, for real affection and stiddiness, is worth a dozen of your Forcuses." And Bessie, listening greedily, knew that the family boarder, George Boult's Manchester man, was indicated. "There's him to your hand. You can have him for the taking," Emily promised; and Bessie quieted down, meditating. "You've treated this one cruel, Miss Bessie. You have that!
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