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Furnival had been very grievous to him, but he had borne with that, hoping that some word of eulogy from the judge would set him right in the public mind. But no such word had come, and poor John Kenneby felt that the cruel hard world was too much for him.
"I shall walk," said the judge. "And I shall go in the carriage," said the judge's wife. "That disposes of two; and now it will take half an hour to settle for the rest. Miss. Furnival, you no doubt will accompany my mother. As I shall be among the walkers you will see how much I sacrifice by the suggestion."
There was a welcome for a man on his return to his home after a day's labour! Miss Biggs immediately got up and came round behind the drawing-room table to her friend's head. "Be calm, Mrs. Furnival," she said; "do be calm, and then you will be better soon. Here is the hartshorn." "It doesn't matter, Martha: never mind: leave me alone," sobbed the poor woman.
"You said on that occasion," continued Furnival, "that you were sure you had witnessed three signatures of Sir Joseph's that summer, that you had probably witnessed three in July, that you were quite sure you had witnessed three in one week in July, that you were nearly sure you had witnessed three in one day, that you could not tell what day that might have been, and that you had been used as a witness so often that you really did not remember anything about it.
Can you not believe that that will be the best for both of us?" "If you wish it, I will see Mr. Furnival." Lady Mason did not wish that, but she was obliged so far to yield as to say that he might do so if he would. Her wish was that he should bear it all and say nothing.
"Why should I not?" he said to himself, "unless, indeed, it will make her unhappy." And then the barrister was shown into his room, muffled up to his eyes in his winter clothing. Sir Peregrine and Mr. Furnival were well known to each other, and had always met as friends.
Furnival to say brutally to Lady Mary, "This is how you will leave your godchild when you die." But he told her story after story, many of them piteous enough. "People think it is so troublesome a business," he said, "when it is nothing at all the most easy matter in the world. We are getting so much less particular nowadays about formalities.
Furnival had written to his wife, not from Noningsby, but from some provincial town, probably situated among the Essex marshes, saying various things, and among others that he should not, as he thought, be at home at Christmas-day. Mrs.
On her arrival she went at once to her room, and there she continued to live as she had done for the last few days till the morning of her departure came. To Mrs. Orme she told all that had occurred, as Mr. Furnival did also to Sir Peregrine.
I have got your letter, and will show it you if you wish it." "Nonsense; I just said I should be home " "Of course you just said you would be home, and so we waited; and it's not nonsense; and I declare ! Never mind, Martha, don't mind me, there's a good creature. I shall get over it soon;" and then fat, solid, good-humoured Mrs. Furnival burst out into an hysterical fit of sobbing.
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