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Bulstrode was taken so ill at the meeting on Thursday that I have not liked to leave the house." Mrs. Hackbutt rubbed the back of one hand with the palm of the other held against her chest, and let her eyes ramble over the pattern on the rug. "Was Mr. Hackbutt at the meeting?" persevered Mrs. Bulstrode. "Yes, he was," said Mrs. Hackbutt, with the same attitude.
"I can't say that," said Mrs. Sprague. "She took him for better or worse, you know." "But 'worse' can never mean finding out that your husband is fit for Newgate," said Mrs. Hackbutt. "Fancy living with such a man! I should expect to be poisoned." "Yes, I think myself it is an encouragement to crime if such men are to be taken care of and waited on by good wives," said Mrs. Tom Toller.
Bulstrode might have done what he has, and worse, and yet have been a man of no religion. I don't say that there has not been a little too much of that I like moderation myself. But truth is truth. The men tried at the assizes are not all over-religious, I suppose." "Well," said Mrs. Hackbutt, wheeling adroitly, "all I can say is, that I think she ought to separate from him."
He fell asleep at last and dreamed that he and Miss Hackbutt were being united in the bonds of holy matrimony by the Rev. Nathaniel Clark. The vague misgivings of the previous night disappeared in the morning sunshine. He shaved carefully and spent some time in the selection of a tie. Over an excellent breakfast he arranged further explanations and excuses for the appeasement of Mrs. Bowman.
I should vote against my conscience if I voted against Mr. Tyke I should indeed." "Mr. Tyke's opponents have not asked any one to vote against his conscience, I believe," said Mr. Hackbutt, a rich tanner of fluent speech, whose glittering spectacles and erect hair were turned with some severity towards innocent Mr. Powderell.
Sprague; "because few of the best people in the town cared to associate with Balstrode, and she must have somebody to sit down at her table." "Mr. Thesiger has always countenanced him," said Mrs. Hackbutt. "I think he must be sorry now." "But he was never fond of him in his heart that every one knows," said Mrs. Tom Toller. "Mr. Thesiger never goes into extremes.
"Miss Hack-butt," he said, slowly. "I saw her the other day, and what he can see in her I can't think." "Miss Hackbutt?" repeated the widow in a smothered voice. "Miss " She got up and began to pace the room again. "He must be blind," said Mr. Tucker, positively. Mrs. Bowman stopped suddenly and stood regarding him. There was a light in her eye which made him feel anything but comfortable.
He keeps to the truth in what is evangelical. It is only clergymen like Mr. Tyke, who want to use Dissenting hymn-books and that low kind of religion, who ever found Bulstrode to their taste." "I understand, Mr. Tyke is in great distress about him," said Mrs. Hackbutt. "And well he may be: they say the Bulstrodes have half kept the Tyke family."
"Ostentation, Hackbutt?" said Mr. Toller, ironically. "I don't see that. A man can't very well be ostentatious of what nobody believes in. There's no reform in the matter: the question is, whether the profit on the drugs is paid to the medical man by the druggist or by the patient, and whether there shall be extra pay under the name of attendance."
He naturally got tired of smiling and saying, "Ah!" when he was told that Mr. Peacock's successor did not mean to dispense medicines; and Mr. Hackbutt one day mentioning it over the wine at a dinner-party, Mr. Toller said, laughingly, "Dibbitts will get rid of his stale drugs, then. I'm fond of little Dibbitts I'm glad he's in luck." "I see your meaning, Toller," said Mr.
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