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'Yes, Mr Pendle, there is, said Mrs Pansey, in no wise abashed. 'Why do you look so ill? 'I am not ill, but I have had a long sea-passage, a weary railway journey, and I feel hot, and dirty, and worn out. Naturally, under the circumstances, I don't look the picture of health. 'Humph! trips abroad don't do you much good.
Mrs Pansey wagged her plumes and groaned. 'I'm sadly afraid your husband is a son of perdition, Mrs Mosk. Put his shirt on Skinflint, indeed! 'He's a good man to me, anyhow, cried Mrs Mosk, plucking up spirit. 'Drink and betting, continued Mrs Pansey, pretending not to hear this feeble defiance. 'What can we expect from a man who drinks and bets?
'Look at this this image of the Creator, and she offered the now weeping child as an illustration. Before Dr Pendle could say a word, the door of a near house was flung violently open, and a blowzy, red-faced young woman pounced out, all on fire for a fight. She tore the small sinner from the grasp of Mrs Pansey, and began to scold vigorously.
Here he found Miss Whichello all alone, as Mab had gone out to tea with some friends. The little lady welcomed him warmly, quite ignorant of what a viper she was inviting to warm itself on her hearth, and visitor and hostess were soon chattering amicably on the most friendly of terms. Gradually Cargrim brought round the conversation to Mrs Pansey and mentioned that he had been paying her a visit.
'I don't see what she has to do with it, he said quietly, with the intention of arriving at Mrs Pansey's meaning. 'Ah! no more can anyone else, Mr Cargrim. But I know! I know! 'Know what? dear Mrs Pansey. Oh, really! you are not going to say that poor Miss Whichello fired that horrid pistol.
However, he had no time to waste on the persuasive method, as he wished to see the invalid before the bishop returned. To achieve this end he enlisted the services of Mrs Pansey.
Mr Cargrim, by his late tittle-tattling conversation, had fallen in her good opinion; and she was not going to let him off without a sharp rebuke for his unfounded chatter. Cutting short his murmurs, she proceeded to nip in the bud any further reports he or Mrs Pansey might spread in connection with the murder, by explaining much more than was needful.
After a stay of two months, the town mouse was departing as she had come a single young woman; and Mrs Pansey's last word was meant to remind her of failure. Daisy was quick enough to guess this, but, displeased at the taunt, chose to understand it in another and more gracious sense, so as to disconcert her spiteful friend. 'Fortunate! Oh, dear Mrs Pansey, I have been very fortunate this time.
"You're shamefully late, Pansey; you always are, I know," she said, as she advanced with outstretched hand to greet him. "But it was too bad of you to be so when I am so particularly anxious to talk to you." "My dear Lady Mary, why did you not send me word upstairs?
'Most unbecoming language! he murmured. 'Perhaps it may be as well to humour him. Where is he? 'In the entrance hall, your lordship! 'Take him into the library and say I will see him shortly. Most unusual, said the bishop to himself. Then added aloud, 'Mrs Pansey, I am called away for a moment; pray excuse me. 'We must talk about The Derby Winner later on, said Mrs Pansey, determinedly.
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