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She had been gone more than an hour, and it was nearly twelve o'clock, when Janet put down her book; and after sitting meditatively for some minutes with her eyes unconsciously fixed on the opposite wall, she rose, went to her bedroom, and, hastily putting on her bonnet and shawl, came down to Mrs. Pettifer, who was busy in the kitchen. 'Mrs.
"Ye-es," he replied with something of a drawl. "Undoubtedly Mrs. Ballantyne was tried and acquitted"; and he left the impression on the two who heard him that with acquittal quite the last word had not been said. Mrs. Pettifer looked at him eagerly. She drew clear at once of the dispute.
I was quite surprised, for I have heard the worst account of her habits that she is almost as bad as her husband. She went out hastily as soon as I entered. Mrs. Pettifer, I have not had the pleasure of calling on you for some time; I shall take an early opportunity of going your way. Good evening, good evening. Mr.
Pettifer came back to her, turning the key and opening the door very gently, Janet, instead of being asleep, as her good friend had hoped, was intensely occupied with her new thought. She longed to ask Mrs. Pettifer if she could see Mr. Tryan; but she was arrested by doubts and timidity.
Pettifer, but I know of no case where terror has acted as a sleeping-draught." Mr. Pettifer smiled and turned altogether away from the question. "It is, as I said, a minor point, and perhaps one from which any sort of inference would be unsafe. It interested me. I lay no great stress upon it." He dismissed the point carelessly, to the momentary amusement of Henry Thresk.
Pettifer. "You actually Oh!" Indignation robbed her of words. She gasped. "Yes, I do," continued Dick calmly. "I want you to come one night and dine at Little Beeding. We'll persuade Mrs. Ballantyne to come too." It was a bold move, and even in his eyes it had its risks for Stella. To bring Mrs. Pettifer and her together was, so it seemed to him, to mix earth with delicate flame.
Yet he had not spoken without intention. Of that she was convinced, and her conviction was strengthened the next moment, for as she turned again towards the drawing-room Robert Pettifer looked once sharply towards her and as sharply away. Mrs. Pettifer understood that glance. He was wondering whether she had noticed what in that magazine had interested him.
Because of that conviction I dismiss the plea that we are unfair to the woman in reviewing the trial. There are wider, greater considerations." These were the first words of comfort which Mrs. Pettifer had heard since her husband began to expound. She received them with enthusiasm. "I am so glad to hear that." "Yes, Margaret," Pettifer retorted drily. "Why not?" asked Margaret.
"One more." Pettifer came round the table and stood in front of Henry Thresk. "Did you know Mrs. Ballantyne before you went to Chitipur?" "Yes," Thresk replied. "Had you seen her lately?" "No." "When had you last seen her?" "Eight years before, in this neighbourhood. I spent a holiday close by. Her father and mother were then alive. I had not seen her since.
There was an excitement in her face not to be misunderstood. The futile time-honoured phrase of triumph so ready on the lips of those who have prophesied evil was trembling upon hers. "Don't say it, Margaret," said Pettifer very seriously. "We have come to a pass where light words will lead us astray. Hazlewood has been with me. I have the reports of the trial here."
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