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Brownlow on very pressing business. The servant soon returned, to beg that she would walk upstairs; and following him into an upper room, Miss Maylie was presented to an elderly gentleman of benevolent appearance, in a bottle-green coat.
Maylie, said the doctor, standing with his back to the door, as if to keep it shut. 'He is not in danger, I hope? said the old lady. 'Why, that would not be an extraordinary thing, under the circumstances, replied the doctor; 'though I don't think he is. Have you seen the thief? 'No, rejoined the old lady. 'Nor heard anything about him? 'No. 'I beg your pardon, ma'am, interposed Mr.
This was addressed to Mr. Losberne, who now made his appearance; that gentleman, motioning Brittles to retire, brought in the two ladies, and shut the door. 'This is the lady of the house, said Mr. Losberne, motioning towards Mrs. Maylie. Mr. Blathers made a bow. Being desired to sit down, he put his hat on the floor, and taking a chair, motioned to Duff to do the same.
Above stairs, the remainder of the evening passed cheerfully away; for the doctor was in high spirits; and however fatigued or thoughtful Harry Maylie might have been at first, he was not proof against the worthy gentleman's good humour, which displayed itself in a great variety of sallies and professional recollections, and an abundance of small jokes, which struck Oliver as being the drollest things he had ever heard, and caused him to laugh proportionately; to the evident satisfaction of the doctor, who laughed immoderately at himself, and made Harry laugh almost as heartily, by the very force of sympathy.
'Hark! cried the young lady, listening. 'Did she call! I thought I heard her voice. 'No, my love, replied Mr. Brownlow, looking sadly back. 'She has not moved, and will not till we are gone. Rose Maylie lingered, but the old gentleman drew her arm through his, and led her, with gentle force, away.
'And, as the devil's in it if this Oliver is not twelve years old at least, I don't see the application of that remark. 'Do not heed my friend, Miss Maylie, said Mr. Brownlow; 'he does not mean what he says. 'Yes, he does, growled Mr. Grimwig. 'No, he does not, said Mr. Brownlow, obviously rising in wrath as he spoke. 'He'll eat his head, if he doesn't, growled Mr. Grimwig.
'Oliver, said Harry Maylie, in a low voice, 'let me speak a word with you. Oliver walked into the window-recess to which Mr. Maylie beckoned him; much surprised at the mixture of sadness and boisterous spirits, which his whole behaviour displayed. 'You can write well now? said Harry, laying his hand upon his arm. 'I hope so, sir, replied Oliver.
Giles, and a doctor be summoned; and so for the second time in his short, tragic existence, Oliver fell into kind hands at a moment when all hope had left his breast. He was now in the home of Mrs. Maylie, a finely preserved, bright-eyed, elderly lady, and her fair young adopted niece, Rose.
These disclosures made Rose Maylie turn pale, and ask many questions, from which she discovered that Nancy's confession was actuated by a real liking for Oliver and a fierce hatred for the man Monks. Her tale finished, and refusing money, or help of any kind, Nancy went as swiftly as she had come, and when she left, Rose sank into a chair completely overcome by what she had heard.
'I have no objection to your calling in your friend if I may call in mine, said the doctor. 'We must put it to the vote, replied Mr. Brownlow, 'who may he be? 'That lady's son, and this young lady's very old friend, said the doctor, motioning towards Mrs. Maylie, and concluding with an expressive glance at her niece. Grimwig were accordingly added to the committee.
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