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Jernshaw, who was taking the opportunity of a lull in business to weigh out pound packets of sugar, knocked his hands together and stood waiting for the order of the tall bronzed man who had just entered the shop a well-built man of about forty who was regarding him with blue eyes set in quizzical wrinkles. "What, Harry!" exclaimed Mr. Jernshaw, in response to the wrinkles. "Harry Barrett!"
It preferred instead to give minute instructions with regard to the eating of asparagus. In this dilemma he consulted Jernshaw. "Don't know, I'm sure," said that gentle-man; "besides, it doesn't matter." "Doesn't matter?" repeated Mr. Barrett. "Why not?" "Because I think Tillett is paying her attentions," was the reply. "He's ten years younger than you are, and a bachelor.
Mr. Jernshaw, who was taking the opportunity of a lull in business to weigh out pound packets of sugar, knocked his hands together and stood waiting for the order of the tall bronzed man who had just entered the shop a well-built man of about forty who was regarding him with blue eyes set in quizzical wrinkles. "What, Harry!" exclaimed Mr. Jernshaw, in response to the wrinkles. "Harry Barrett!"
"That's me," said the other, extending his hand. "The rolling stone come home covered with moss." Mr. Jernshaw, somewhat excited, shook hands, and led the way into the little parlour behind the shop. "Fifteen years," said Mr. Barrett, sinking into a chair, "and the old place hasn't altered a bit."
"Do?" repeated the other, staring at him. "Nothing! Unless, perhaps, you send for your wife and children. I suppose, in any case, you would have to have the little ones if anything happened to her?" Mr. Barrett grinned ruefully. "Think it over," said Mr. Jernshaw. "I will," said the other, heartily. He walked home deep in thought.
"She's at peace at last," he said, solemnly, to Jernshaw. "I believe you killed her," said his friend. Mr. Barrett started violently. "I mean your leaving broke her heart," explained the other. Mr. Barrett breathed easily again. "It's your duty to look after the children," said Jernshaw, firmly. "And I'm not the only one that thinks so."
It preferred instead to give minute instructions with regard to the eating of asparagus. In this dilemma he consulted Jernshaw. "Don't know, I'm sure," said that gentle-man; "besides, it doesn't matter." "Doesn't matter?" repeated Mr. Barrett. "Why not?" "Because I think Tillett is paying her attentions," was the reply. "He's ten years younger than you are, and a bachelor.
"She's at peace at last," he said, solemnly, to Jernshaw. "I believe you killed her," said his friend. Mr. Barrett started violently. "I mean your leaving broke her heart," explained the other. Mr. Barrett breathed easily again. "It's your duty to look after the children," said Jernshaw, firmly. "And I'm not the only one that thinks so."
Having given at least half-a-dozen hints of this kind, he made a final return to Ramsbury and entered into occupation of his new house. "It does you credit, Jernshaw," he said, gratefully. "I should have made a rare mess of it without your help." "It looks very nice," admitted his friend. "Too nice." "That's all nonsense," said the owner, irritably. "All right," said Mr. Jernshaw.
Barrett succumbed almost at once, and, after a few encounters in the street and meetings at mutual friends', went to unbosom him-self to Mr. Jernshaw. "What has she got to do with you?" demanded that gentleman. "I I'm rather struck with her," said Mr. Barrett. "Struck with her?" repeated his friend, sharply. "I'm surprised at you. You've no business to think of such things."
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