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After another broadside for the Doctor, and another for the Doctor's wife, the boys dispersed, and I went back into the house, where I found the guests all standing in a group about the Doctor, discussing how Mr. Jack Maldon had gone away, and how he had borne it, and how he had felt it, and all the rest of it. In the midst of these remarks, Mrs. Markleham cried: 'Where's Annie?
Markleham, sinking on the sofa. 'I never had such a turn in all my life! 'Have you been to the Study, then, mama? asked Annie. 'BEEN to the Study, my dear! she returned emphatically. 'Indeed I have! I came upon the amiable creature if you'll imagine my feelings, Miss Trotwood and David in the act of making his will. Her daughter looked round from the window quickly.
Often, when we were at work, and she was sitting by, I would see her pausing and looking at him with that memorable face. Afterwards, I sometimes observed her rise, with her eyes full of tears, and go out of the room. Gradually, an unhappy shadow fell upon her beauty, and deepened every day. Mrs. Markleham was a regular inmate of the cottage then; but she talked and talked, and saw nothing.
Like some other mothers, whom I have known in the course of my life, Mrs. Markleham was far more fond of pleasure than her daughter was. She required a great deal of amusement, and, like a deep old soldier, pretended, in consulting her own inclinations, to be devoting herself to her child.
'In the act, my dear Annie, repeated Mrs. Markleham, spreading the newspaper on her lap like a table-cloth, and patting her hands upon it, 'of making his last Will and Testament. The foresight and affection of the dear! I must tell you how it was. I really must, in justice to the darling for he is nothing less! tell you how it was.
Markleham, "who stared more like a figure- head intended for a ship to be called the Astonishment, than anything else I can think of." But there is no reader who has not a thousand such exhilarating little sights in his memory of these pages.
And but for the promptitude of that best of creatures, said Mrs. Markleham, telegraphing the Doctor as before, and refolding the letter, 'it would be insupportable to me to think of. Mr. Wickfield said not one word, though the old lady looked to him as if for his commentary on this intelligence; but sat severely silent, with his eyes fixed on the ground.
'But now isn't it, Miss Trotwood, isn't it, David, invigorating, said Mrs. Markleham, mechanically following her with her eyes, 'to find a man at Doctor Strong's time of life, with the strength of mind to do this kind of thing? It only shows how right I was.
Markleham, with emphasis, and looking round upon us generally, from the time when my daughter and himself were children together, and walking about, arm-in-arm, the livelong day. Annie, thus addressed, made no reply. 'Do I gather from what you say, ma'am, that Mr. Maldon is ill? asked Mr. Wickfield. 'Ill! replied the Old Soldier. 'My dear sir, he's all sorts of things.
Markleham was so overcome by this generous speech which, I need not say, she had not at all expected or led up to that she could only tell the Doctor it was like himself, and go several times through that operation of kissing the sticks of her fan, and then tapping his hand with it.
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