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It's a great pity he shouldn't get himself a wife." "I don't know any man more calculated to make a young woman happy," said Mrs Greenow. "No, indeed," said Miss Fairstairs. "I'm told that his house and all about it is quite beautiful." "Especially the straw-yard and the horse-pond," said the Captain. And then they drank the health of their absent friend.
I think I may promise that I will obey any wish you may express in anything, except in that one thing which you urged in your last letter. Kate is going down to Yarmouth with Mrs Greenow, and I shall see no more of her probably till next year, as she will be due in Westmoreland after that. George left me at the door when he brought me home, and declared that he intended to vanish out of London.
She told her aunt that she was now nearly thirty, and that she had managed her own affairs, at any rate with safety, for the last ten years; but it was to no purpose. Kate would get angry; but Mrs Greenow never became angry. Kate would be quite in earnest; but Mrs Greenow would push aside all that her niece said as though it were worth nothing.
"Nor I, either," said John Vavasor. "He went to church with us here on Christmas-day." "Did he, indeed? Dear, dear! He seems at last to have gone off just like poor Greenow." Here she put her handkerchief up to her face. "I think you didn't know Greenow, John?" "I met him once," said her brother. "Ah! he wasn't to be known and understood in that way.
Then Mr Greenow died; and the widow, having proved the will, came up to London and claimed the commiseration of her nieces. "Why not go to Yarmouth with her for a month?" George had said to Kate. "Of course it will be a bore. But an aunt with forty thousand pounds has a right to claim attention." Kate acknowledged the truth of the argument and agreed to go to Yarmouth for a month.
Then the gig stopped suddenly, and he fell back into his seat in his effort to prevent his falling forward. "He's wanted by the police," he shouted out again, as soon as he was able to recover his voice. Mrs Greenow turned pale beneath the widow's veil which she had dropped. What might not her Captain have done?
"You can't suppose that any girl will like to be drenched with sea-water when she has taken so much trouble with her starch," said Kate. "Then she shouldn't come fishing," said Mr Cheesacre. "I hate such airs." But when they arrived at the old boat, Mrs Greenow shone forth pre-eminently as the mistress of the occasion, altogether overshadowing Mr Cheesacre by the extent of her authority.
"Sober as judges," said Bellfield, who had himself been looking after the remains of Mr Cheesacre's hampers, while that gentleman had been so much better engaged in the tent. "Because," continued Mrs Walker, "I know that they play all manner of tricks when they're in liquor. They'd think nothing of taking us out to sea, Mrs Greenow." "Oh, I do wish they would," said Ophelia.
Now came the placing of the guests for dinner, and Mr Cheesacre made another great effort. "I'll tell you what," he said, aloud, "Bellfield and I will take the two ends of the table, and Mrs Greenow shall sit at my right hand." This was not only boldly done, but there was a propriety in it which at first sight seemed to be irresistible.
Even then the rumour reached her through Captain Bellfield, and she learned what few facts she knew from Mrs Bunsby in Cecil Street. "He was always mysterious," said Mrs Greenow, "and now he has vanished. I hate mysteries, and, as for myself, I think it will be much better that he should not come back again." Perhaps Kate was of the same opinion, but, if so, she kept it to herself.
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