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"Darling mother, you haven't any too many of them, have you?" she murmured; and she gave me, sidelong, as she left us, the prettiest half-comical, half-pitiful smile. "She's amazing she's amazing," said Mrs. Pallant as we looked at each other. "Does she know what you've done?" "She knows I've done something and she's making up her mind what it is.
They sang 'The Village that voted the Earth was flat': first, because they wanted to, and secondly which is the terror of that song because they could not stop. For no consideration could they stop. Pallant was still standing up. Some one pointed at him and they laughed. Others began to point, lunging, as it were, in time with the tune.
She has profited so well by my beautiful influence that she has gone far beyond the great original. I say I'm horrified," Mrs. Pallant dreadfully wound up, "because she's horrible." "My poor extravagant friend," I pleaded, "isn't it still more so to hear a mother say such things?" "Why so, if they're abominably true? Besides, I don't care what I say if I save him."
Pallant muttered 'Hear! hear! I saw Ollyett's eye flash it was to Ollyett that Masquerier addressed himself chiefly, and Woodhouse leaned forward with joined hands. 'Are you with me? he went on, gathering us all up in one sweep of the arm. 'When I begin a thing I see it through, gentlemen. What Bat can't break, breaks him! But I haven't struck that thing yet.
I felt even slightly anxious for him, wondering at possible mischances. Then I reflected that in case of an accident on the lake, that is of his continued absence from Baveno Mrs. Pallant would already have dispatched me a messenger.
Pallant sawed on 'out of certain events which occurred at the village of Huckley. The House came to attention with a parting of the lips like a hiccough, and it flashed through my mind.... Pallant repeated, 'Huckley. The village 'That voted the Earth was flat. A single voice from a back Bench sang it once like a lone frog in a far pool. 'Earth was flat, croaked another voice opposite.
Pallant, the long, wrinkled M.P., whose voice is more like a crane's than a peacock's, took no shares, but gave us all advice. 'You'll find it rather a knacker's yard, Woodhouse was saying. 'Yes, I know they call me The Knacker; but it will pay inside a year. All my papers do. I've only one motto: Back your luck and back your staff. It'll come out all right.
Might I enquire if her mother had won a confession from her, if she had stammered out her secret? Mrs. Pallant made me, on this, the point that they had no need to tell each other such things they hadn't lived together twenty years in such intimacy for nothing. To which I returned that I had guessed as much, but that there might be an exception for a great occasion like the present.
As I took her hand, bidding her good-night, I couldn't but exhale a compassion. "Poor Linda, poor Linda!" "Oh she'll live to do better," said Mrs. Pallant. "How can she do better since you've described all she finds Archie as perfection?" She knew quite what she meant. "Ah better for HIM!" I still had her hand I still sought her eyes. "How came it you could throw me over such a woman as you?"
I couldn't get it out of my head, as I have sufficiently indicated, that Mrs. Pallant was playing a game, and I'm afraid she saw in my face that this suspicion had been the motive of my journey. I had come there to find her out. The knowledge of my purpose couldn't help her to make me very welcome, and that's why I speak of our meeting constrainedly.
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