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Miss Le Mesurier knew everything there was to be known about Mallinson, but there were certain facts in Drake's history of which she was ignorant.
"How kind of her!" murmured Mrs. Mesurier, sympathetically. "Yes, those were her words, Mary," said the old man, unfolding the newspaper parcel, and revealing an ugly little jug of metallically glistening earthenware, such as were turned out with strange pride from certain English potteries about seventy years ago.
Had the Mesuriers possessed a coat-of-arms, James Mesurier would probably have kept it locked up as a frivolity to be ashamed of, for it was a part of his Puritanism that such earthly distinctions were foolishness with God; but, as a matter of fact, between Adam and the immediate great-grandparents of the young Mesuriers, there was a void which the Herald's office would have found a difficulty in filling.
"She'll be glad enough to see Samuel Clegg." "Why!" said Mrs. Mesurier, "it's your father's poor old uncle, Mr. Clegg. Now, girls, you mustn't run away, but try and be nice to him. He's a simple, good, old man." Mrs. Mesurier was no more interested in Mr. Clegg than her daughters; but she had a great fund of humanity, and an inexhaustible capacity for suffering bores brilliantly.
Deary me, Mary, but they must make you feel old." "We were just going to have some tea," said Esther; "wouldn't you like a cup, uncle?" "I daresay your uncle would rather have a glass of beer," said Mrs. Mesurier. "Ay, you're right there, Mary," answered the old man, "right there. A glass of beer is good enough for Samuel Clegg.
The name belonged to a speculator who had lately been raised into prominence by the clink of his millions. 'Yes, replied Drake, with a laugh. 'The city makes one acquainted with strange financiers. I have business with him. Mr. Le Mesurier showed symptoms of interest. 'Really? he said. 'You mean to return to Africa, I suppose. 'If I can help it, no.
Therefore, Mesurier, Henry, let me call you, I want to give the memory of my love into your hands. I want you to love it for me, when perhaps I can love it no more. I want you sometimes to open this box, and read in these letters, as if they were your own; I want you sometimes to speak softly the name of 'Helen, when my lips can speak it no more."
Mallinson was diverted by her assurance of sympathy, and launched out immediately into an elaborate history of the emotions which the friendliness of Miss Le Mesurier to Drake had set bubbling within him. Mr. Le Mesurier approached the pair before Mallinson had finished, and the latter hurriedly broke off. 'Well, said Mr. Le Mesurier, 'will you meet Mr. Drake, Constance, at lunch, say on Sunday?
Drake caught a look of reproof which Mr. Le Mesurier directed towards her, and set it down to his host's courtesy towards his guest. Clarice, however, noticed the look too. 'Indeed, she said. 'Tell us about it, Mr. Drake. It will be a change from our usual frock-coat conversation. Mr. Le Mesurier imposed the interdict of paternal authority.
Still, whatever else they lacked, Henry Mesurier loved to insist that these various connections were rich in character, one or two of them inexhaustible in humour; and their rare and somewhat timorous visits to the castle of their exalted relative, James Mesurier, were occasions of much mirthful embarrassment to the young people.
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