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Thus soliloquising my son entered my study. The last conversation that I shall record, took place between Mr Stuart senior and Colonel Crusty. It occurred about two weeks after those conversations that have just been narrated. The colonel had been suddenly summoned to see his brother-in-law, "on his death-bed," so the epistle that summoned him had been worded by Miss Peppy.
I would not give him a sixpence if he were starving." "Peppy, I have stated my sentiments, pray do not trouble me further in regard to this matter. Nothing can move me." Miss Peppy sighed, and retired to pour her regrets into the sympathetic ear of Mrs Niven.
At the same time, the colonel frowned fiercely at Rosebud, and said something which Miss Peppy could not hear because of the noise, but which, from the abrupt motion of the lips, she suspected must be something very wicked indeed. When the darling creature at last consented to hold its tongue, the colonel said "Are you aware, Miss Stuart, that your nephew has been out all night?"
"It matters nothing to me," said Mr Stuart sternly, "whether she be a boy or a girl, I mean to send her to the workhouse." "Workhouse, brother!" exclaimed Miss Peppy in surprise. "Workhouse, sir!" echoed Mrs Niven in horror. "Father!" said Kenneth, remonstratively. "Mrs Niven," said Mr Stuart, breaking the seal of the letter very slowly, "you may leave the room.
And in one moment he had heard that which killed the false enchantment. "Not a chance!..." "Hot dog she's some Jane!" "Now to the clinch " "What'll we do till the next spiel " "Have a shot? "Boys, it's only the shank of the evening. Leave something peppy for the finish." "Mame, you look like a million dollars in that rag." "She shakes a mean shimmy, believe me...." "That egg! Not on your life!"
Tutt, what's the matter?" inquired Peckham, laying his hand on the old lawyer's shoulder. "What's Peppy been doing to you?" "It isn't what he's been doing to me; it's what I'm going to do to him!" returned Mr. Tutt grimly. "Just wait and see!" "Go to it!" laughed the D.A. "Eat him alive! We're throwing him to the lions!" "No decent lion would want him!" retorted Mr. Tutt.
"It can't 'old on much longer," observed Niven with a sigh, referring to an engine which stood directly opposite to her in tremulous and apparently tremendous anxiety to start. The driver vented his impatience just then by causing the whistle to give three sharp yelps, which produced three agonising leaps in the bosoms of Miss Peppy and Mrs Niven.
"Breakfast is ready, sir," replied the housekeeper with dignity. "Where is my sister, then, and the rest of them?" The questioner was partly answered by the abrupt and somewhat flurried entrance of the sister referred to. "What's the meaning of this, Peppy?" demanded Mr Stuart with a frown.
She was assisted by Mrs Niven, who was particularly anxious to know the cause of the intended journey, to the great annoyance of Miss Peppy, who did not wish to reveal the cause, but who was so incapable of concealing anything that she found it absolutely necessary to take the housekeeper into her confidence.
When Miss Peppy made her appearance she was evidently not among the latter class. She was accompanied by Kenneth, and attended by Mrs Niven. Neither mistress nor maid had ever been in a railway station before. They belonged to that class of females who are not addicted to travelling, and who prefer stage-coaches of the olden times to railways.
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