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The two men passed through the doors into the great library whilst Thresk took a more ceremonious leave of Mrs. Pettifer; and as Hazlewood opened the drawers of his cabinets Robert Pettifer said in a whisper: "That was a pretty good failure, I must say. And it was my idea too." "Yes," replied Hazlewood in a voice as low. "What do you think?" "That they share no secret." "You are satisfied then?"
"A fresh young mind can solve that problem in two shakes. It is because the laws of nature forbid. That's your trouble, father. That's the great drawback to sentimental enthusiasm. It's always up against the laws of nature." "Dick," said Mrs. Pettifer, "by some extraordinary miracle you are gifted with common-sense. I am off."
Tryan, religion became incarnate under the eyes of poor Janet. In the person of Mrs. Pettifer and in the person of Mr. Tryan, 'the word became flesh. But Janet still needs more! Mrs. Pettifer shelters and soothes her body; Mr. Tryan comforts and strengthens her mind; but her soul, her very self, what is she to do with that? She feels that she cannot trust herself with herself.
Robert Pettifer jumped in his chair. "I, Margaret! Lord love you, no! I decline to mix myself up in the matter at all. Dick's a grown man and Mrs. Ballantyne has been acquitted." Margaret Pettifer knew her husband. "Is that your last word?" she asked ruefully. "Absolutely." "It isn't mine, Robert." Robert Pettifer chuckled and laid a hand upon his wife's. "I know that, Margaret."
Tryan's lips that the answer comes. The words fall upon her broken spirit, as she herself tells us, like rain upon the mown grass: 'COME UNTO ME, ALL YE THAT LABOR AND ARE HEAVY-LADEN, AND I WILL GIVE YOU REST! And once more the solution is an incarnation! When Janet's storm-beaten body needed fire and food and shelter, religion became incarnate in the person of Mrs. Pettifer.
Pettifer, whom he encountered going about in search of bargains, and heard haggling for a handsome table-cover, because it was quite aesthetic, and would not do except in a large house, so of course it had not sold. The Mouse-traps had been a great success, and there were very few left of them.
"The chief witness for the defence, the witness whose evidence made the acquittal certain, was a man I know a barrister called Thresk." "Yes," interrupted Hazlewood. "I have been puzzled about that man ever since you mentioned him before. His name I am somehow familiar with." "I'll explain that to you in a minute," said Pettifer, and his wife leaned forward suddenly in her chair.
The art of slipping away from defeat had been practised with greater skill. Thresk lost some part of his apprehension but none of his watchfulness. "Now, however, we come to something very different," said Pettifer, hitching himself a little closer to his table and fixing his eyes upon Thresk.
Ah! no, I thought not. It's Irene Pettifer! There, I've guessed. The fact is, I always knew it, my dear boy. Your secret is safe with me. I'm the tomb! 'Excuse me, Lady Everard, said Cricker, with every sign of annoyance, 'it's no more Irene Pettifer than it's you yourself. Please believe me.
I have reason to believe that Pilgrim was called in to Mrs. Dempster's mother the other day. 'Poor Mrs. Raynor! she's glad to do anything for the sake of peace and quietness, said Mrs. Pettifer; 'but it's no trifle at her time of life to part with a doctor who knows her constitution.
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