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They had just finished breakfast on the day before Christmas, when one of the apprentices came up from the shop and said that one Master Goldsworthy, a lawyer in the Temple, desired to speak to Sir Cyril Shenstone. Cyril was about to go down when Captain Dave said, "Show the gentleman up, Susan. We will leave you here to him, Cyril." "By no means," Cyril said.
But I think he'll come back before his ship sails he said he would and perhaps she'll be less of an idiot by then; she'd better, unless she wants to die an old maid. Oh, if it was ME !" Mr Goldsworthy penetrated to the morning-room, where something of the same tale was repeated to him. Yes, Guthrie Carey was alive and well, and had been up to see them.
"What's the matter?" inquired Deb, advancing. As she was not a great lady then, but quite the contrary, Mr Goldsworthy explained what was the matter, with scarcely any modification of his minatory air. A caller had called yesterday, bringing with her a little boy.
"I suppose we make our luck. It doesn't depend on our faces, but on ourselves." "Ah, no!" Mrs Goldsworthy received the well-worn platitude with a laugh. "We don't make anything we are made. It is just a dance of marionettes, Debbie. Poor puppets of flesh and blood, treated as if they were just wood and nails and glue! Who set us up to make a game of us like this? Who DOES pull the strings, Debbie?
It is very bad form, you know, to be so fussy about people coming, and so anxious about what they may think about you," the young authority upon etiquette instructed the fine-fibred gentlewoman, who had done him the honour to be his mother. And Mary took the rebuke humbly. Bennet Goldsworthy, alone, came softly into the drawing-room to receive the distinguished guest.
Finally he went out to consult with a furniture repairer of his acquaintance, banging doors behind him. Deb cast a scornful glance upon the smudged brocade. "What a fuss about nothing!" she brushed the subject by. "My brother is very particular about this room," Miss Goldsworthy apologised for him. "So I see." "And he is very fond of this brocade, which he chose himself.
"What do you think, Mr Goldsworthy? he came for her today, just as he promised, and then she turned round and wouldn't have him! We thought he'd jilted her, and instead of that she's jilted him. Oh, I could smack her! To have such a chance SHE! and after all the fuss she made about him and throw it away!
You can't even keep clean without a bathtub and a bit of soap. But what am I thinking of? of course, you will settle all that with Bob." The little word of three letters brought Mrs Goldsworthy down from her clouds at once. "Oh, no!" she cried quickly, almost fearfully. "On no account would I interfere with his arrangements, his career.
Such was the evidence that led the committee to decide, in 1834, on the practicability, the safety, and economy of running steam-carriages on common roads. It will be sufficient to give a list of the witnesses examined, to show that the highest authorities were consulted before the report was framed. They were Mr Goldsworthy Gurney. Walter Hancock. John Farey, civil engineer. Richard Trevethick.
Miss Goldsworthy, not expecting him, was sitting up with a sick parishioner half a mile off; Ruby and the maid were fast asleep. When the latter was heard stirring in her room, her master called a few questions to her, and then bade her go back to bed.
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