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But it's in them papers I sees how fine leddies goes on nowadays, and if they misses so much as a two-and-sixpenny 'airpin, some of 'em out of sheer spite, will 'aul a gel up 'fore the p'lice and 'ave 'er in condemned cells in no time, so that ye see, Passon, if so be Miss Maryllia counts over the sparkling diamants and one's lost, we'll all be brought 'fore Sir Morton Pippitt as county mag'strate afore we've 'ad time to look at our breakfasts.
Sir Morton Pippitt had, of course, not failed to take full advantage of any slight surface or social knowledge he possessed of Miss Vancourt's guests, -and had, with his usual bluff pomposity, invited them all over to Badsworth Hall. Some of them accepted his invitation, others declined it. Lord Charlemont and Mr.
To have plotted and contrived a stay at Badsworth Hall with the blusterous Pippitt in order to have the opportunity of crossing Maryllia's path at every turn, and compromising her name with his in her own house and county, and then to find himself 'left, with the civil suggestion that he should 'call and see' the antique Sisters Gemini, Lady Wicketts and Miss Fosby, was somewhat too much for his patience.
Longford explained with civil obsequiousness that Sir Morton Pippitt had certainly once 'ground bones, but that he had 'retired' from such active service, while still retaining the largest share in the bone business.
"I know you are angry!" he went on softly "You went away from London to avoid me, and you are vexed to see me down here. But I couldn't resist the temptation of coming. Marius Longford told me he had called upon you with Sir Morton Pippitt at Abbot's Manor, and I got him to bring me down on a visit to Badsworth Hall, only to be near you! You are looking quite lovely, Maryllia!"
The men took no part in this detective business, but nevertheless were keenly inquisitive in their own line, more bets being given and taken freely on what was likely to be the upshot of affairs. Meanwhile, Lord Roxmouth and Mr. Longford, sometimes accompanied by Sir Morton Pippitt, and sometimes without him, called often, but Maryllia was always out.
"Very sorry, sir!" said Bainton complacently; "But if one of the names of a man 'appens to be Putwood an' the man 'imself is as fat as a pig scored for roastin' 'ole, what more natrul than the pet name of 'Putty' for 'im? No 'arm meant, I'm sure, Passon! Putty's as good as Pippitt any day!" Walden suppressed his laughter with an effort.
What a tom-cat Roxmouth is! a sleek pussy, sure to snarl if his fur is rubbed up the wrong way but he is just the type that some women would like to marry he looks so well-bred. Poor Mr. Walden! he's got to talk to the Everlasting-Youth lady, and old Sir Morton Pippitt is immediately opposite to him! now that's too bad of Maryllia! it really is! She knows how the bone- boiler longs to boil Mr.
You do like sugar, Mr. Adderley? How nice of you!" And she smiled. "None for you, Mr. Longford? I thought not. You, Miss Pippitt? No! Everybody else, yes? That's all right! The Foreign Office? I think not, Sir Morton, I gave up going there long ago when I was quite young. My aunt, Mrs.
Bludlip Courtenay discovered him to be a 'game old boy' while Lady Wicketts and Miss Fosby found something congenial in the society of Miss Tabitha Pippitt, who, cherishing as she did, an antique-virgin passion for the Reverend John Walden, whom her father detested, had come to regard herself as a sort of silent martyr to the rough usages of this world, and was therefore not unwilling to listen to the long stories of life's disillusions which Lady Wicketts unravelled for her benefit, and which Miss Fosby, with occasional references to the photographs and prints of the 'Madonna' or the 'Girl with Lilies' tearfully confirmed.
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