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I was obliged to take him in hand myself at last, and to stand in the road and order him to "Go home!" while the two young ladies walked on, apparently the best of friends. When I rejoined them Fanny Meyrick was talking fast and unconnectedly, as was her habit: "Yes, lodgings in London the dearest old house in Clarges street. Such a butler! He looks like a member of Parliament.
Mirah looked down at her own feet in a childlike way and then smiled at Mrs. Meyrick, who was saying inwardly, "One could hardly imagine this creature having an evil thought. But wise people would tell me to be cautious." She returned Mirah's smile and said, "I fear the feet have had to sustain their burden a little too often lately. But to-day she will rest and be my companion."
Meyrick, a farmer well-to-do, fascinated by Mary Gosport's singing, asked her to be his housekeeper when she should have done nursing her charge. She laughed in his face. A fanatic who was staying with Sir Charles Bassett offered her three years' education in Do, Ra, Mi, Fa, preparatory to singing at the opera. Declined without thanks. Mr.
Meyrick, a cool, shrewd man of the world, was taking a mental inventory of me, I felt all the time. I was conscious that I talked incoherently and like a school-boy of the treaty. Every American in London was bound to have his special opinion thereupon, and Meyrick, I found, was of the English party. Then we discussed the special business which had brought me to England.
Mrs. Meyrick could not help going out of the room with Klesmer and closing the door behind her. He understood her, and said with a frowning nod "She will do: if she doesn't attempt too much and her voice holds out, she can make an income. I know that is the great point: Deronda told me. You are taking care of her. She looks like a good girl." "She is an angel," said the warm-hearted woman.
"Were there ever such unfeeling children?" said Mrs. Meyrick, a little strengthened by the need for opposition. "You don't think the least bit of Mirah's joy in the matter." "You know, ma, Mirah hardly remembers her brother," said Kate. "People who are lost for twelve years should never come back again," said Hans. "They are always in the way." "Hans!" said Mrs. Meyrick, reproachfully.
Meyrick!" said he, and turned suddenly respectful. But presently a view of a rich widow flitted before his eye. "Well," said he, "you shan't throw it in my teeth again as I speak too late. I ask you now, and no time lost." "What! am I to stop my banns, and jilt Farmer Meyrick for thee?" "Nay, nay.
Was it because I have a bulging forehead, ma, and peep from under it like a newt from under a stone?" "It was your way of listening to the singing, child," said Mrs. Meyrick. "He has magic spectacles and sees everything through them, depend upon it. But what was that German quotation you were so ready with, Mirah you learned puss?"
It was delicacy, this careless reminder of the fascinating Father, and perhaps there was a modicum of truth in that acknowledgment too. I took my leave of Fanny Meyrick, and walked home a wiser man. But the trusty messenger, who arrived three days later, was not, as I had hoped, young Bunker or young Anybody. It was simply Mrs. D , with a large traveling party.
Meyrick, my dear." In those few seconds so perfect a liar as Mary Meyrick had quite recovered herself. "If you please, sir," said she, "I be come to ast if you will give us a new lease, for ourn it is run out." "You had better talk to the steward about that." "Very well, sir," and she made her courtesy. Reginald remained, not knowing exactly what to do.
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