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When I wakes up at half dark and half light and hears a door shutting I know as it's either father going off to his work or Mr. Hicking coming home from his." "Who is Mr. Hicking?" "Him as we've been speaking on William. We calls him mister, 'cause he's a toff. Father's just doing jobs in Covent Garden, but Mr. Hicking, he's a waiter, and a clean shirt every day.
Hicking I found too pale and fragile for a workingman's wife, and I formed a mean opinion of her intelligence from her pride in the baby, which was a very ordinary one.
Hicking heartened me like a cordial, for I saw in them at once the engine and decoy by which David should procure his outfit. You must be told who they were. VIII. The Inconsiderate Waiter They were the family of William, one of our club waiters who had been disappointing me grievously of late. Many a time have I deferred dining several minutes that I might have the attendance of this ingrate.
Hicking to tell how the hair is getting darker, and heaps of things beside?" "Such as what?" "Like whether he larfed, and if he has her nose, and how as he knowed him. He tells her them things more 'n once." "And all this time he is sitting at the foot of the bed?" "'Cept when he holds her hand." "But when does he get to bed himself?" "He don't get much.
Hicking to tell how the hair is getting darker, and heaps of things beside?" "Such as what?" "Like whether he larfed, and if he has her nose, and how as he knowed him. He tells her them things more'n once." "And all this time he is sitting at the foot of the bed?" "'Cept when he holds her hand." "But when does he get to bed himself?" "He don't get much. He tells her as he has a sleep at the club."
Hicking signed to William to leave the room, and then she kissed my hand. She said something to me. It was about my wife. Somehow I What business had William to tell her about my wife? They are all back in Drury Lane now, and William tells me that his wife sings at her work just as she did eight years ago.
Nothing is in worse form than whispering, yet again and again, when he thought I was not listening, he whispered to Mrs. Hicking, "You don't feel faint?" or "How are you now?" I could not but conclude, from the way Mrs. Hicking let the baby pound her, that she was stronger than she had pretended.
I think that was the most celestial walk of Irene's life. I told Mrs. Hicking to give the articles a little active ill-treatment that they might not look quite new, at which she exclaimed, not being in my secret, and then to forward them to me.
Assisted by her friend, who was evidently enormously impressed by Irene's intimacy with me, she gave me a good deal of miscellaneous information, as that William's real name was Mr. Hicking, but that he was known in their street, because of the number of his shirts, as Toff Hicking.
William joined us in the suburbs, bringing the baby with him, as I had foreseen they would all be occupied with it, and to save me the trouble of conversing with them. Mrs. Hicking I found too pale and fragile for a workingman's wife, and I formed a mean opinion of her intelligence from her pride in the baby, which was a very ordinary one.
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