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"And now if we are going to have any tea, let us have it." "I don't think I'll mind about tea to-night, Mrs. Furnival," said Miss Biggs, having received a notice from her friend's eye that it might be well for her to depart. "My head aches dreadful, and I shall be better in bed. Good-night, Mrs. Furnival." And then she took her candle and went away.
Lady Mason's business in London was of a nature which would not bear much open talking. She herself, in her earnest letter summoning Mr. Furnival up from Birmingham, had besought him that her visit to his chambers might not be made matter of discussion.
Martha knew that she was being ill treated, but not on that account did she relax her friendly efforts. The time would soon come, if all things went well, when Mrs. Furnival would be driven by the loneliness of her position to open her heart in a truly loving and confidential manner.
I should not have taken the liberty to trouble you with a matter so private in its nature, but for your close professional intimacy and great friendship with Lady Mason." "Oh, indeed!" said Mr. Furnival; and the baronet could understand from the lawyer's tone that even he did not approve. "I am well aware, Mr.
"What you mean to tell the jury is this: that you have no remembrance of signing twice on that special day, although you know that you have acted as witness on behalf of Sir Joseph Mason more than twice on the same day?" "Yes." "That is the intended purport of your evidence?" "Yes, sir." And then Mr. Furnival travelled off to that other point of Mr. Usbech's presence and alleged handwriting.
It was he who cross-examined at the Old Bailey, and sent him howling out of London, banished for ever into the wilderness." "Where, where? Is that Chaffanbrass? What a dirty little man!" To this dirty little man in Ely Place, Mr. Furnival now went in his difficulty. Mr.
Furnival, formerly of the home circuit, but now practising only in London, was her very special friend, and would give her and her son all possible aid in this direction. And what living man could give better aid than the great Mr. Furnival? But Lucius Mason would have none of the law.
But I believe it was the old story, going to show that the same man might be judge, advocate, and jury." "No doubt; if men were machines, and if you could find such machines perfect at all points in their machinery." "And if the machines had no hearts?" "Machines don't have hearts," said Mr. Furnival; "especially those in Germany. And what did Boanerges say?
Augustus looked as though he were detected, and stammered out some question about his mother and the carriage; but Miss Furnival did not for a moment lose her easy presence of mind. "Lady Staveley," said she, "why does not your son go and hunt, or shoot, or fish, instead of staying in the house all day?
For the next five minutes there was not a word said. No tea had been ordered, although it had been mentioned. Mrs. Furnival had forgotten it among the hot thoughts that were running through her mind, and Mr. Furnival was indifferent upon the subject. He knew that something was coming, and he resolved that he would have the upper hand let that something be what it might.
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