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Food eaten on the previous evening had 'disagreed' with her. At first the case was not regarded as very serious. But as the patient did not improve in the night Miss Gailey telegraphed to Hilda. Immediately afterwards, the doctor, summoned in alarm, diagnosed peritonitis caused by a perforating cancer. Mrs. Lessways had died on the third day at eleven in the morning, while Hilda was in the train.
But she fought, unsuccessfully, against the humiliating idea that his personal smartness convicted her of being shabby of being even inefficient in one department of her existence; and she could have wished to be magnificently dressed. "Mrs. Lessways is a very shrewd lady very shrewd indeed!" said Mr. Cannon, with a smile, this time, to indicate humorously that Mrs.
Hilda inquired, with a touch of scorn, although she knew perfectly well that Mr. Skellorn had a married daughter of that name. "Hsh! Hsh!" Mrs. Lessways protested, indicating the open door of the sitting-room. "You know Mrs. Grant! It seems Mr. Skellorn has had a paralytic stroke. Isn't it terrible?" Hilda continued smoothly to descend the stairs, and followed her mother into the sitting-room.
"This is Mr Yarlett, our foreman," said Edwin, and to Big James: "Miss Lessways has just come to look round." Hilda smiled. Big James suavely nodded his head. "Here are some of the types," said Edwin, because a big case was the object nearest him, and he glanced at Big James.
He could not enjoy "Don Juan." Expecting from it a voluptuous and daring grandeur, he had found in it nothing whatever that even roughly fitted into his idea of what poetry was. But he had had a passion for "Childe Harold," many stanzas of which thrilled him again and again, bringing back to his mind what Hilda Lessways had said about poetry. And further, he had a passion for Voltaire.
She saw in the invitation to the Five Towns a miraculous defence against a peril the prospect of which was already alarming her. She would be compelled to go to Turnhill in order to visit Lessways Street and decide what of her mother's goods she must keep. She would of course take Janet with her. In all the Turnhill affairs Janet should accompany her.
Out of one of the immense pockets hung the end of a coloured silk muffler, filmy as anything that she herself wore. Then they were all definitely seated, and Mr. Cannon accepted his tea from the hand of Mrs. Lessways.
Edwin had to enact the part of a man to whom nothing has happened. He had to behave as though his father was the kindest and most reasonable of fathers, as though Hilda wrote fully to him every day, as though he were not even engaged to Hilda. He must talk, and he scarcely knew what he was saying. "Heard lately from Miss Lessways?" he asked lightly, or as lightly as he could.
'The Misses Lessways' carriage!" she mimicked, and finicked about on her toes. Janet was precisely the same as ever, but the pig-tailed Alicia had developed. Her childishness was now shot through with gestures and tones of the young girl. She flushed and paled continuously, and was acutely self-conscious and somewhat vain, but not offensively vain.
Hilda moved silently to descend, and then demanded in a low tone whose harsh self-possession was a reproof to that volatile creature, her mother: "What's the matter?" Mrs. Lessways gave a surprised "Oh!" and like a flash her features changed in the attempt to appear calm and collected. "I was just coming downstairs," said Hilda.
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