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In a word he is a man with everything to lose if he lied as a witness in a trial. And yet I am not satisfied." Mr. Pettifer's voice sank to a low murmur. He sat at his desk staring out in front of him through the window. "Why?" asked Hazlewood. But Pettifer did not answer him. He seemed not to hear the question.
The rain went on drizzling, and Janet sat still, leaning her aching head on her hand, and looking alternately at the fire and out of the window. She felt this could not last this motionless, vacant misery. She must determine on something, she must take some step; and yet everything was so difficult. It was one o'clock, and Mrs. Pettifer rose from her seat, saying, 'I must go and see about dinner.
'That is what I wanted to know. Good-bye. When Mrs. Pettifer opened the door for Mr. Tryan, he told her in a few words what had happened, and begged her to take an opportunity of letting Mrs. Raynor know, that they might, if possible, concur in preventing a premature or sudden disclosure of the event to Janet. 'Poor thing! said Mrs. Pettifer.
I bring no more authority to judge them than any other man." "Still you have formed an opinion. Please let me have it," and Mr. Hazlewood sat down again and crossed his knees. But a little impatience was now audible in his voice. "An opinion is too strong a word," replied Pettifer guardedly. "The trial took place nearly eighteen months ago.
"You don't disturb my confidence, of course I have gone into the case thoroughly but I think you ought to give me a chance of satisfying you that your doubts have no justification." "No really," exclaimed Pettifer. "I absolutely refuse to mix myself up in the affair at all." A step sounded upon the gravel path outside the window. Pettifer raised a warning finger.
Wagstaff's, for he is often able to take us on his way backwards and forwards into the town. 'I wonder if there's another man in the world who has been brought up as Mr. Tryan has, that would choose to live in those small close rooms on the common, among heaps of dirty cottages, for the sake of being near the poor people, said Mrs. Pettifer.
We had an illustration to-night." "You are unjust, Margaret," and Mr. Hazlewood rose from his chair with some dignity. "You speak of Mrs. Ballantyne, not for the first time, as if she had been tried and condemned. In fact she was tried and acquitted," and in his turn he appealed to Pettifer. "Ask Robert!" he said. But Pettifer was slow to answer, and when he did it was without assurance.
Hazlewood received his guests in his drawing-room and it had the chill and the ceremony of a room which is seldom used. But the constraint wore off at the table. Most of those present were striving to set Stella Ballantyne at her ease, and she was at a comfortable distance from Mrs. Pettifer, with Mr. Hazlewood at her side.
Not a doubt but there would be a rush to pick it up! "Widowers who have been devoted to their wives marry again," she argued. "A point for me, Margaret!" returned Pettifer. "Widowers yes. They miss so much the habit of a house with a woman its mistress, the companionship, the order, oh, a thousand small but important things.
In her extremity, poor Janet thinks of little Mrs. Pettifer a member of that other group, the group that resembles the lilies under my window, the group of kindly souls whose lives have been irradiated and beautified by their faith. She taps at the cottage window; Mrs.
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