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"I had to go into the shop yesterday, and I happened to speak to Mr. Jollyman of the trouble I had in finding a good servant. It occurred to me that he might just possibly know of some one. He promised to make inquiries, and here at once comes the nicest girl I've seen for a long time.
Do you suppose that little interruption which occurred at Barnes's marriage was not known in Newcome? His victim had been a Newcome girl, the man to whom she was betrothed was in a Newcome factory. Most of them were settled, and steady business men by this time. Al, it was known had become very serious, besides making his fortune in cotton. Bob Homer managed the Bank; and as for S. Jollyman, Mrs.
Never had she seemed so embarrassed in making a purchase. Her eyes fell, and she half turned away. Mr. Jollyman appeared to hesitate, he also glancing towards Allchin; but the young lady quickly recovered herself, and, taking up a packet of something exhibited on the counter, asked its price. The awkwardness was at an end; Bertha made her purchases, paid for them, and then left the shop as usual.
There's something else I want to tell you, something you'll really be amused to hear." "Your ideas of amusement, Bertha " "Yes, yes, but listen. It's about Mr. Jollyman. Who do you think Mr. Jollyman really is?" Mrs. Cross heard the story with bent brows and lips severely set. "And why didn't you tell me this before, pray?" "I hardly know," answered the girl, thoughtfully, smiling.
I'll have a cup of tea, and then go straight to bed." Whilst she was refreshing herself, she spoke again of Mr. Jollyman. "Do you think I ought to have pressed him to stay, dear? I didn't feel sure." "No, no, you were quite right not to do so," replied Bertha. "He of course understood that it was better for us to be alone." "I thought he would. Really, for a grocer, he is so very gentlemanly."
Rosamund had a dazed look. "Who was that behind the counter?" she asked, under her breath. "Mr. Jollyman. Why?" The other walked on. Bertha kept at her side. "What's the matter?" "Bertha Mr. Jollyman is Mr. Warburton." "Nonsense!" "But he is! Here's the explanation here's the mystery. A grocer in an apron!" Bertha was standing still. She, too, looked astonished, perplexed.
Jollyman bore very little resemblance to the typical grocer, and each visit to his shop strengthened Bertha's suspicion that he had not grown up in this way of life. It cost her some constraint to make a very small purchase of him, paying a few coppers, and still more when she asked him if he had nothing cheaper than this or that; all the more so that Mr.
At the room door appeared the girl's astonished face. Warburton's eyes fell upon her. "It's a wonder you find me alive, dear," pursued the mother. "If one of those blows had fallen on my head !" "Let me explain," interposed Warburton quietly. And in a few words he related the events of the afternoon. "And Mr. Jollyman was just getting me a clip of tea, Bertha," added Mrs. Cross.
When at length the policeman had withdrawn, and sudden quiet reigned in the house, Mrs. Cross seemed again on the point of fainting. "How can I ever thank you, Mr. Jollyman!" she exclaimed, half hysterically, as she let herself sink into the armchair. "Without you, what would have become of me! Oh, I feel so weak, if I had strength to get myself a cup of tea "
Jollyman, and immediately after hearing it, Ralph Pomfret wrote a warm-hearted letter which made the recipient in Fulham chuckle with contentment. At Ashtead he enjoyed himself in the old way, gladdened by the pleasure with which his friends talked of Rosamund's marriage. Mrs. Pomfret took an opportunity of speaking to him apart, a bright smile on her good face.
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