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But he's better now. Give him his physic regular, and it does him good." "Did you find out what was the matter with those salts and senny!" "No, Maria, I did not. I had to break the glass to get it out; set hard as a stone. It was a good job he did not take it." Mrs Millett never did find out that Dexter had poured in cement till the glass would hold no more, and his medicine became a solid lump.
Now, look here, am I to go straight to the doctor and tell him!" "No, no, pray don't," whispered Dexter, catching her arm. "Well, then, I must tell Miss Helen." "No, no, not this time," cried Dexter imploringly; and his tone softened the old lady, who shook the borders of her cap at him. "Well, I don't know what to say," said Mrs Millett softly. "They certainly ought to know."
Here late, as I have said, and at last they broke up, and we had our commissions again, and I do hear how Birch is the high man that do examine and trouble every body with his questions, and they say that he do labour all he can to clear Pett, but it seems a witness has come in tonight, C. Millett, who do declare that he did deliver a message from the Duke of Albemarle time enough for him to carry up "The Charles," and he neglected it, which will stick very hard, it seems, on him.
"Take that chicken back, and ask Mrs Millett to make it hot again." "And the vegetables, ma'am!" "Yes. I will ring when we want them." Maria took the various dishes away with a very ill grace, and dabbed them down on the kitchen table, almost hard enough to produce cracks, as she delivered her message to Mrs Millett, who looked annoyed.
"Screwed my off fetlock a bit, sir," said Peter, stooping to feel his right ankle. "Hurt?" growled Dan'l. "Well, sir, them's 'bout the hardest boards as ever I felt." "Go and ask Mrs Millett to give you both some ale," said the doctor; and the two men smiled as they heard their master's prescription. "Then go on and tell the builder to come and patch up this old roof. Here, Dexter, come in."
Maria ran down to her little pantry, and then attacked Mrs Millett. "Master's going mad, I think," she said. "Why, he's actually going to have that boy at the table to lunch." "Never!" "It's a fact," cried Maria; "and I've come down for more knives and forks." "And you'd better make haste and get 'em, then," said the housekeeper; "master's master, and he always will have his way."
"Ah, you always sided with the boy, Mrs Millett," said Maria; "but mark my words, some of these mornings we shall get up and find that he has let burglars into the house, and Master and Miss Helen will be robbed and murdered in their beds." "Maria, you're a goose," said the old housekeeper. "Don't talk such rubbish."
Maria opened the door, and then wrinkled up her forehead and screwed up her lips in a supercilious smile. "Your mistress in!" said the doctor. "Yes, sir, in the drawing-room, sir." "Hah!" ejaculated the doctor. "Found him, sir? And brought him back!" cried a familiar voice; and Mrs Millett hurried into the hall. "O you bold, bad boy!" she cried. "How dare you?
But Nature had endowed that youth with a fund of vitriolic repartee. When Millett, one of Leicester's juniors, evolved some laborious sarcasm on the subject of Farnie's swell friends, Farnie, in a series of three remarks, reduced him, figuratively speaking, to a small and palpitating spot of grease. After that his actions came in for no further, or at any rate no outspoken comment.
"Mr Dengate, sir," said Maria. "Dengate? What does he want, Maria? Let him see Mrs Millett or Miss Helen." Maria looked scornfully at Dexter, as if he had injured her in some way. "Which is what I said to him, sir. `Master's busy writing, I says; but he says his dooty, sir, and if you would see him five minutes he would be greatly obligated." The doctor said, "Send him in."
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