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Because I can't talk about anything but shop myself, I think everybody else is the same sort of fool." But he was doing himself an injustice, for on my next arrival in the passage he was again shouting across the table, and this time Teidelmann was evidently interested. "Well, if you could spare the time, I'd be more obliged than I can tell you," Hasluck was saying.
Or perhaps if the suggestion be not over-daring the many writers, deeming themselves authorities upon this subject of woman, may in this one particular have erred? I only know my father spoke to few women whose eyes did not brighten. Yet hardly should I call him a masterful man. "I think it's all right," whispered Hasluck to my father in the passage they were the last to go.
"I'll take good care she never waits at my table," laughed the wife of our minister, the Rev. Cottle, a broad-built, breezy-voiced woman, mother of eleven, eight of them boys. "To tell the truth," said my mother, "she's only here temporarily." "As a matter of fact," said my father, "we have to thank Mrs. Hasluck for her."
I wrote to old Hasluck; and almost by the next post received from him the friendliest of notes. He told me Barbara had just returned from abroad, took it upon himself to add that she also would be delighted to see me, and, as I knew he would, threw his doors open to me.
My children shall be big pots, hobnob with kings and princes, slap them on the back and call them by their Christian names, be kings themselves why not? It's happened before. My children, the children of old Noel Hasluck, son of a Whitechapel butcher! Here's my pedigree!" Again be slapped his tuneful pocket. "It's an older one than theirs! It's coming into its own at last!
My father laughed himself. I wish to do the memory of Noel Hasluck no injustice. Ever was he a kind friend to me; not only then, but in later years, when, having come to learn that kindness is rarer in the world than I had dreamt, I was glad of it. Added to which, if only for Barbara's sake, I would prefer to write of him throughout in terms of praise.
"I won't tell you about 'er. But I'll just bring 'er to see you now and then, ma'am, if you don't mind," answered Mr. Hasluck. "She don't often meet gentle-folks, an' it'll do 'er good." My mother glanced across at my father, but the man, intercepting her question, replied to it himself.
"Don't leave me out of it," laughed Hasluck; "can't let the old girl take all the credit." Later my father absent-mindedly addressed her as "My dear," at which Mrs.
During my time of struggle I had avoided all communication with old Hasluck. He was not a man to sympathise with feelings he did not understand. With boisterous good humour he would have insisted upon helping me. Why I preferred half starving with Lott and Co. to selling my labour for a fair wage to good-natured old Hasluck, merely because I knew him, I cannot explain.
I only know that outside in the passage I heard the words distinctly, and therefore assume they reached round the table also. A lull in the conversation followed, but Hasluck was not thin-skinned, and the next thing I distinguished was his cheery laugh. "He's quite right," was Hasluck's comment; "that's what I am undoubtedly.
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