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But she hesitated. "And only last Sunday afternoon," Mr. Povey blubbered. Tears now fell suddenly from Constance's eyes. "You ought to be ashamed " she stammered. Still, the tears were in her eyes, and in his too. What he or she merely said, therefore, was of secondary importance. Mrs. Baines, coming from the kitchen, and hearing Constance's voice, burst upon the scene, which silenced her.
She said she only knew what Sophia had told her. After a time Dr. Stirling determined to try electricity, and Dick Povey drove him up to the surgery to fetch his apparatus. The women were left alone again. Constance was very deeply impressed by Lily Holl's sensible, sympathetic attitude. "Whatever I should have done without Miss Lily I don't know!" she used to exclaim afterwards.
She had been far more disturbed about her husband's health than about the trial of Daniel Povey for murder, but her interest in the trial was of course tremendous. And this news, that it had actually begun, thrilled her. "Ay!" said Mr. Critchlow. "Didn't ye hear the Signal boy hollering just now all over the Square?" "No," said Constance. For her, newspapers did not exist.
"Here you are!" he said, giving it to Constance, who gave it to the postman. Fan, who had been keeping her muzzle warm with the extremity of her tail on the sofa, jumped down to superintend the transaction. "Brrr!" vibrated Mr. Povey as Constance shut the door. "What lots!" Constance exclaimed, rushing to the fire. "Here, mother! Here, Sam!" The girl had resumed possession of the woman's body.
"But have you washed him?" Constance whimpered. "I've washed him," replied the astonishing Mr. Povey. "What have you done to him?" "I've punished him, of course," said Mr. Povey, like a god who is above human weaknesses. "What did you expect me to do? Someone had to do it." Constance wiped her eyes with the edge of the white apron which she was wearing over her new silk dress.
Chawner hummed and hawed, and finally stated that it would be impossible to manufacture these preposterous tickets, these tickets which would outrage the decency of trade. If Mr. Povey had not happened to be an exceedingly obstinate man, he might have been defeated by the crass Toryism of Mr. Chawner. But Mr. Povey was obstinate, and he had resources of ingenuity which Mr.
His misfortune was that he could never translate his importance, or his sense of his importance, into terms of outward demeanour. Most people, had they been told that Mr. Povey was seriously aspiring to enter the Baines family, would have laughed. But they would have been wrong. To laugh at Mr. Povey was invariably wrong. Only Constance knew what inroads he had effected upon her.
When he came to the point of the entrance of Dick Povey, who was still at the hospital, and who had been specially driven to Stafford and carried into the prison, he wept without restraint. His hysteria was painful in a very high degree. He went to bed of his own accord, for his cough had improved again. And on the following day, the day of the execution, he remained in bed till the afternoon.
Five minutes later, when her hair was quite finished, Constance knelt down and said her prayers. Having said her prayers, she went straight to Sophia's work-box, opened it, seized the fragment of Mr. Povey, ran to the window, and frantically pushed the fragment through the slit into the Square. "There!" she exclaimed nervously.
The door which had after all not been latched, was pushed open, and the antique Fossette introduced herself painfully into the room. Fossette had an affection for Dick Povey. "Well, Methusaleh!" he greeted the animal loudly. She could scarcely wag her tail, nor shake the hair out of her dim eyes in order to look up at him. He stooped to pat her. "That dog does smell," said Lily, bluntly.
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