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"Mother's dead," said Millicent dully; and her big eyes which had been so dull, shone suddenly bright with tears. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" said Pollyooly pitifully; and as she gazed anxiously at Millicent's seared and miserable face, her eyes grew moist with tears of sympathy. Millicent stooped and kissed the Lump listlessly, almost mechanically.
Wilkinson had departed, a sadder but very little wiser man, and taken his detective with him; Mrs. Brown had been thanked, paid, and dismissed; and Pollyooly, having sufficiently fondled and kissed the irresponsive but unresisting Lump, went into the kitchen and set about getting ready the Honourable John Ruffin's tea.
Pollyooly was not long making the change; and when she came out of the house in the blue linen frock and sunbonnet, he smiled at her with warm approval and said: "There's no doubt about it, you have got the knack of wearing clothes, Pollyooly." To Pollyooly his utterance was entirely cryptic; but she gathered that it was complimentary and returned his smile.
Pollyooly hesitated; she was still taken aback by the young man's lack of the formidable largeness Flossie had led her to expect; and she was, besides, a very truthful child. Then she said: "I expect he's somewhere in Chelsea." "When'll he be back?" snapped the young man. "He's generally in to tea," with less hesitation; and she looked at him with very limpid eyes. "He is, is he?
She was surprised by the fact that the Lump had a whole mugful of milk with his dinner, for she was unused to this lavishness with that luxury in a child's diet. Pollyooly explained that it had been an article of faith with her Aunt Hannah that a young child needed a pint of milk a day; therefore the Lump always had one. Millicent was deeply impressed: this was indeed affluence.
The duke continued to frown, considering: Pollyooly might have brought word of his missing daughter; and he would by no means let slip an opportunity of getting information about her. On the other hand he might be about to be called upon to pay more for his kidnapping exploit. He had, however, just lunched ducally; and he was in a vainglorious mood, ready to face anything female.
As they came into the court Miss Belthorp chanced to say: "I do hope that you haven't been neglecting your piano, Marion. I always think that music is so important in the formation of character." Pollyooly had not been neglecting her piano, because she had no piano to neglect.
The Honourable John Ruffin smiled at her amiably. "This morning we will pack; this afternoon we will go," he said. Pollyooly had to slip up to their attic at once to tell the Lump, who was playing there peacefully, the splendid news. He received it in placid silence; apparently it did not seem to him to be a matter on which he was called to comment either favourably or unfavourably.
"Why can't you, if it's the proper place for them?" said the duke stubbornly, for he hated to hear the workhouse in any way disparaged, since he regarded it as a bulwark of society. "How would you like your little girl to go to the workhouse?" said Pollyooly in a deeply reproachful tone. "It's a prospect we needn't consider," said the duke haughtily.
She couldn't keep it. She is not a stern red Deeping like you. She is the clinging kind of orphan, not made to stand alone." "But perhaps I should be able to go on helping her if she got work, sir," said Pollyooly, gazing at him with puckered brow. "I'm sure anybody would find her very willing." "I'm sure they would. So many people are willing. Even the Government says it's willing.
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