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They have a large lake at Kingscourt. Then after a pause, 'Nan, where did you learn all that about the lighthouses and the birds at night? 'Oh, that? I really don't know. What about it? it is of no consequence. 'But it interests people. 'It ought not to interest you, or Captain King either. You will have to think of very different things at Kingscourt. 'When you and Mr. Jacomb come to Kings
Nevertheless, he was not so quick but that the man beyond was quicker, springing back sharp on the turn of his own hand. Cardwell stumbled as the door gave, unexpectedly easily, and nearly fell his length on the leads. Jacomb, on the second rung of the step-ladder, feels the wind of a missile that all but touches his head.
'You came to the wedding, of course? continued Mr. Jacomb, cheerfully. 'A capital match, that, for young De la Poer. She will have 18,000 pounds a year when her mother dies; and she is pretty too. She puts a little side on, perhaps, when she's talking to strangers; but that's nothing.
I do hope he won't lose that brown colour by not going back to sea; it suits him; I don't like pastey-faced men. Now, Mr. Jacomb isn't pastey-faced, although he is a clergyman. By-the-way, what has become of Nan? Nan had been quite forgotten. Perhaps she was dressing early, or looking after the dinner-table; at all events, it was time for the other sisters to go and get ready also.
It's a pity to spoil a good lock. You've got the key. We can wait a bit. Don't hurry!" Footsteps on the roof, and a shout from the garden below! He is seen now no doubt of it whatever he was before. What is that they are calling from the garden? "He's got a loose tile. Look out!" "Don't give him a chance to aim with it," says Jacomb below to his chief on the ladder.
"Keep an eye to that cellar-flap, Jacomb," he says to his mate, and follows the lady of the house. He is only just in time. "Is that your father's pipe?" he asks. In another moment she would have hidden it. "Which pipe? oh, this pipe? this pipe ain't nothing. Left stood overnight, I suppose." And she paused to think of the best means of getting the pipe suppressed.
Jacomb promised to come at half-past six, so that you might all go to the pantomime together in good time. 'What? cried Mr. Tom. 'Jacomb? Did you say Jacomb, mother? 'I said Mr. Roberts and Mr. Jacomb, said his mother. 'And what the etcetera is he doing in that gallery! exclaimed Mr. Tom. 'Well, I guess we shall have a high old time of it at dinner. Soda-water and incense.
Mother, does it look cruel does it look as if I had treated him badly? she added, in the same anxious way. 'No, I would not say that, answered her mother, calmly. 'A man must take his chance; and until he speaks he can't have an answer. I do not think Mr. Jacomb has any reason to complain except, perhaps, that you don't go yourself and hear what he has to say 'Oh, mother, I couldn't do that.
He did not understand how he was destroying her childlike faith in him by his saturnine little jokes. 'Mr. Jacomb, said Nan, timidly, 'I should be so greatly obliged to you if you could find out something more for me about those sisterhoods. They must do a great deal of good. And their dress is such a protection; they can go anywhere without fear of rudeness or insult.
The air was thick with the salt spray; and hot with the sunlight even on this March morning. Then it became time for Mr. Tom and Captain Frank to go and witness a challenge game of rackets that had been much talked of; and the girls walked back with them as far as Brunswick Terrace, Madge being with Frank King. 'Why is it one never sees Mr. Jacomb now? he asked of his companion.
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