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I will write "Yes" on five little pieces of paper, and "No" on five, and after distribution we will fold them up, and each of us shall drop one in the vase on the mantel-shelf. This was done, and there were three for the invitation and two against it. Mrs. Poulter and Mr. Goacher were left alone after the table was cleared. 'Permit me to say, dear madam, that I entirely agreed with you.
After the dessert of almonds and raisins, figs, apples, and oranges also supplied by Mrs. Mudge Miss Toller rose and said she hoped she might be excused, but Mr. Goacher pressed her to stay. He had offered to entertain the company with a trifling humorous composition of his own.
She had no children, and moved to Brighton with an annuity of 150 pounds a year derived from her husband's insurance of 2000 pounds, and a life interest in some property left by her mother. Mr. Goacher was a bachelor clergyman of about forty. He read prayers, presided over the book-club, and by a judicious expenditure of oil prevented friction between the other boarders.
Poulter always sat at the head of the table and carved. This was the position she occupied when Mr. Goacher came, and she did not offer to resign it. Mrs. Mudge was helped first, but it was towards the knuckle and she had no fat. 'Thank you, Mrs. Poulter, but will you please give me a piece of fat? Mrs. Poulter, scowling, placed a minute portion of hard, half-burnt skin on Mrs. Mudge's plate.
Poulter, for instance, accustomed as she is to the mental stimulus of Southsea and Brighton, takes an interest in topics unfamiliar to an honest agriculturist who is immersed all the week in beeves and ploughs and swine. Mr. Goacher had intended that Mrs. Poulter should hear that her name was mentioned. Mrs. P. 'What are you saying about me? Miss E. 'Nothing to your discredit.
They have no basis. 'I understand, said Mrs. Poulter, 'that Helen is a Dissenter. Miss Taggart, as the reader has been told, was not particularly fond of Mrs. Poulter and Mr. Goacher, but to stay with Mrs. Mudge and Miss Everard was impossible.
This reminds me of beef, and beef reminds me of Christmas. It is now the second Sunday in Advent, and there is a subject which you will remember we had agreed to discuss this week. This important subject was a proposal by Mrs. Mudge that Miss Toller should dine with them on Christmas Day. 'You, Mrs. Poulter, said Mr. Goacher, 'are of opinion that we should not invite her? 'Certainly.
It is a favour I could not dream of soliciting from anybody but Mrs. Poulter. It was most inconvenient to Mrs. Poulter to advance twenty pounds at that moment. But she had her own reasons for not wishing that Mr. Goacher should imagine she was straitened. 'I believe I can assist you. Mr. Goacher dropped on his knees and took the lady's hand, kissing it fervently.
It was wrong to let my temper get the better of me, but I could not help it. 'Help it? The wonder to me is you've stood it so long. I couldn't stand them; I should have left if they hadn't. Have they paid you? 'Yes. 'What, that Goacher? Then he borrowed it! and Mrs. Mudge laughed till she cried. The day wore on and no carrier came for the box. After dinner Miss Toller told Mrs.
I shalt be thankful to see the last of you! and she flung herself out of the room. 'What do you think of that? said Mrs. Poulter. 'It is beyond comment. We cannot remain another night. Mr. Goacher and Miss Taggart agreed, and Miss Taggart was commissioned at once to engage rooms. When she had gone Mr. Goacher was compelled to explain that he was in a difficulty. 'Of course, my dear Mrs.
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