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We didn't in the least mind the noise that the Donizetti family made overhead; though once when the chandelier nearly came down the professor did say they ought to live in the cellar! I think I'll give them notice next week," she added thoughtfully, "though God knows I need the money." "What about the pawn tickets?" asked Mrs. Mangenborn. "Not a word was said about them," replied Miss Husted.
Oh, dear," she went on, almost in tears, for shallow as she was herself, she loved the child deeply, "shall I send for a doctor? I think I'd better; I always feel safer with a doctor in the house." "Wait till the morning," suggested Mrs. Mangenborn; "if anything's going to develop, you'll know what it is by then." "Do you think anything will develop?" inquired Miss Husted, clutching Mrs.
Mangenborn by the arm. "I don't know for certain," replied her friend, "but it can't be much anyway, or I'd have seen it there," pointing to a pack of cards on the mantelpiece. "Wait a moment," she said suddenly, and then she knit her brows as if thinking very hard; "didn't the six of spades come out true? Yes, it did!" and she shook her head thoughtfully.
Mangenborn gave signs that it had gone home; for she arose. "I am very sorry," she said with heavy-weight dignity, "I am very sorry." "There is nothing to be sorry for, only this, Mrs. Mangenborn! I'd like it to be thoroughly understood that no person in this living world can besmirch the character of Professor Von Barwig without besmirching me," and Miss Husted folded her arms somewhat defiantly.
Mangenborn, about two weeks after his arrival. "Every time I speak he bows, and there's oh, such dignity, such grace in the bending of his head. How polite he is, too; he always says, 'No, madam, thank you; or 'yes, if madam will be so kind, and then he bows again and waits for me to go." "Is that all he says?" inquired Mrs. Mangenborn. "I guess he knows how to keep his mouth shut, then!
Mangenborn wants you to go on an errand for her," called her aunt downstairs. "Thought she wasn't never goin' to take females in her home again," said Thurza, as Jenny went upstairs to obey her aunt's order. As Jenny closed the front door gently on her way to the stores, she mused sadly on the fact that her aunt, and not Mrs. Mangenborn, had given her the money with which to make the purchases.
How much do you say he is to pay?" she went on, as if Miss Husted had told her and she had forgotten the precise amount. "Fourteen," replied Miss Husted, "and it's a good price." "Not bad! But wait, you'll see that's only the beginning," and Mrs. Mangenborn mixed up the cards lying on the table oblivious of the fact that she had just shuffled Miss Husted's marital prospects out of existence.
Twice did Miss Husted send up to beg them to make less noise, as the second floor front, Mrs. Mangenborn, had complained that her slumbers were being rudely disturbed. So the men dressed themselves and went down into Von Barwig's rooms, where they sat till daylight, talking and smoking; after which they all went out to breakfast at Galazatti's.
Mangenborn with a significant wink of the eye, which brought her fat cheek very close to her eyebrow. "Well," said Miss Husted with a sigh, "of course it's no business of mine where he goes and what he does, but whatever it is, it's all right! That you can depend on, it is all right." This was intended to be a rebuke to Mrs.
Mangenborn was either deaf or did not notice it, for she went on unconsciously: "Yes, I am an artist a second-sight artist." "Second-sight?" "Yes; I tell fortunes, read the future " "Oh?" said Miss Husted, and that one word was enough to have driven an ordinary person out of the front door, convinced of being insulted, but Mrs. Mangenborn was not sensitive.
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