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So he had tried to find out where she was; he did not then accept her answer as final; he was bent on seeing that she came to no harm through him honourable, certainly, and like him. He had come to Berwick Street and nearly seen her father drunk; quite seen Mr. Gillat, in the first floor sitting-room certainly, but no doubt shabby and not very wise as usual.
The one you think it is one of the large double pale ones; I told you at the time we put them away, but you have got mixed, I expect." "Ah, yes, of course," Mr. Gillat said; "I remember now; of course, I remember." The Captain swallowed something, but contrived to keep quiet, and only darted a glance at Johnny, the muddler, whose information could never be depended on.
Johnny, who had got as far as the doorstep, stopped and considered rather as if the idea had just occurred to him. "There must be teachers," he said at length, looking round at the open landscape; "and there aren't many about." "You are a fine teacher!" the Captain sneered. Mr. Gillat rubbed his finger along the edge of the Bible he carried.
At last, however, the opportunity came. A keeper's wife with whom Julia had got acquainted had promised her a pair of lop-eared rabbits if she could come and fetch them. She was not very anxious to have them, but Mr. Gillat was; he said they would be very profitable.
Gillat looked at her uneasily; every now and then there flitted through his mind a suspicion that Julia was clever too, as clever perhaps as her mother, and though not, like her, a moral and social pillar standing in the high first estate from which he and the Captain had fallen.
He looked up as she entered, and smiled; he regarded her as almost as much his friend as her father; a composite creature, and a necessary connection between the superior and inferior halves of the household. "Father not in, I hear," he said. "No," Julia answered. "What a smell there is!" Mr. Gillat allowed it. "There's something gone wrong with Bouquet," he said, thoughtfully regarding the stove.
"Hadn't I better water the plants?" it asked. Next moment Mr. Gillat came in sight carrying a big water can. "Julia hadn't I better " he began, then he saw the visitor. "Ah, Mr. Gillat," Rawson-Clew said. "How are you? I am glad to see you again; last time I called at Berwick Street you were not there." Johnny set down the water can.
Julia had not told Mijnheer why she was Miss Snooks now and he, after grave consideration, decided that it must be because of the legacy, and in fulfilment of some obscure English law of property. Having so decided, he addressed the case in good faith, and advised her of its departure. Julia and Mr. Gillat planted the things that came in the box; Julia planted most, but Mr.
A gust of wind swept round the kitchen, fluttering the herbs which hung from the ceiling and blowing the dust and flame from the front of the fire. "Dear, dear!" Mr. Gillat exclaimed as he drew back, "What a wind!" Then, as he caught the whisper and whistle of the leafless things which whisper to one another out of doors even in the dead winter time, he realised that the outer door must be open.
They had been talking in the ordinary way for some time now, the Captain sitting so peacefully by the fire that Mr. Gillat had begun to forget he was supposed to watch. And really it would seem he was justified, for the Captain, of his own accord, left the easy-chair and followed him into the back kitchen, standing watching the knife-cleaning.
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