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The light of Scarthey had not been shining for quite an hour over the wilderness, when Lady Landale, suddenly breaking the chain of her restless tramp, ran to the door and called for Moggie. There was so shrill a tone of anguish in the summons that the young woman rushed into the room in trembling expectancy: yet it was to find her mistress alone and the place undisturbed.
"Ay, that will I, Mr Pedro; ye are a kind-hearted gentleman, that ye are," answered Moggie, whose heart the honest lieutenant had completely won, in return for the culinary instruction he had afforded her.
They looked healthy enough, and gabbled, laughed, sang, without heed to the elder folk. Their mother, healthy too, and with no ill-natured face-a slow, dull, sluggishly-mirthful woman of a common London type-heard Moggie out, and shook up the sausages before replying. "Never you mind Miss Sparkes; I'll give her a talkin' to when she comes down. What was it as Mr. Gammon wanted? Breakfast in bed?
"The master sent them, said I," continued the sturdy little matron, who was far from possessing the instinctive tact of her spouse; "an' she get agate o'crying quiet like and let the flowers fall out of her hands on the bed Eh, what ever's coom to her, sin yesterday? Wannut you go in, sir?" "Not unless she sends for me," said Sir Adrian hastily. "And remember, Moggie, do not speak my name to her.
He laid the blank form on the table and wrote upon it in pencil, every letter beautifully shaped in a first-rate commercial hand: "Go to Bath and get your heads shaved." "You ain't a-goin' to send that!" exclaimed Mrs. Bubb, when he had held the message to her for perusal. "It'll do them good. They're like Polly want taking down a peg." Moggie ran off with the paper to the waiting boy, and Mr.
At noon next day a cab drove up to Mrs. Bubb's house; from it alighted Miss Sparkes, who, with the help of the cabman, brought downstairs a tin box, a wooden box, two bandboxes, and three newspaper bundles. With no one did she exchange a word of farewell; the Cheesemans' were out, the landlady and Moggie kept below stairs.
As Moggie happened to be wiping down the front steps the door stood open, affording a glimpse of trams and omnibuses, cabs and carts, with pedestrians bobbing past in endless variety the life of Kennington Road all dust and sweat under a glaring summer sun.
"A what do you say it is, Mistress Moggie?" asked Father Mendez. "A braw laddie; a big bouncing boy, ye would ca' him in English," answered Moggie, with a slight touch of scorn in her tone. "A boy!" exclaimed the priest and the lieutenant almost at the same moment. The priest took several rapid turns up and down the courtyard with compressed lips and knitted brow, but said nothing.
Oh! he was happy Monsieur the Captain he had brought Moggie a beautiful shawl; and to René, he had given a splendid watch, telling him to keep count of the hours of his unmerited bliss. Alas, this morning all had been different indeed! The captain looked another man; his face was as white as linen. The very look of him would have told any one that a misfortune had occurred.
In a minute or two, having got rid of Moggie and closed the kitchen door, Mrs. Bubb came near and addressed him in a subdued voice. "What d'you think? It's her uncle! It's Clover!" "Eh? What is?" "Why, it's him as 'as been giving her things." "Has she said so?" asked Gammon, with eager interest.
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