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If she thought he was going to increase his rent by thirty-two pounds a year, besides rates, she was in error. The breakfast finished in a slight mist. He hardened. The idea of her indicating houses to him! The idea of her assuming that Well, no use in meeting trouble half-way! "Yes," said Mrs. Prockter, gazing about her, to James Ollerenshaw, "it certainly is rather spacious." "Rather spacious!"
And just listen to the language the man used. I will say this for Emanuel Prockter I never heard him swear." "No," said James. "He wears gloves. He even wears 'em when he takes his bath of a November afternoon." "I don't care who knows it," Helen observed, hotly, "I like Emanuel Prockter." "There's nobody as dunna' know it," said James. "It's the talk of Bosley as you've set your cap at him."
However, he passed the time by giving the page a lesson. Helen tapped at the bedroom door, left Mrs. Prockter to enter, and descended the stairs again. "Is her up there with him?" James asked, in a whisper. Helen nodded. "Ye'd better ask her stop and have something to eat wi' us," said James. Helen had to reconcile James Ollerenshaw to the new scale of existence at Wilbraham Hall.
Emanuel and Helen, who had entered the proud precincts with them, had vanished. "I believe they're upstairs, ma'am," said the fat caretaker, pleating her respectable white apron. "You can go," said Mrs. Prockter, curtly, to this vestige of grandeur. "I will see you before I leave." The apron resented the dismissal, and perhaps would have taken it from none but Mrs. Prockter. But Mrs.
Prockter, while a dowager portly, possibly fussy, perhaps slightly comic to a younger generation was still considerably younger than James. With her rich figure, her excellent complexion, her carefully-cherished hair, and her apparel, she was a woman to captivate a man of sixty, whose practical experience of the sex extended over nine days. "Thank you," said she, gratefully.
The other reason was that he had accused me of running after Emanuel of all people! I had been, you know. But what had that got to do with Andrew, seeing that he was engaged to Lilian? Besides, I'd been doing it on purpose. And he was so insolent. And then, to crown all, Mrs. Prockter makes me dance with him. No wonder I fainted! He is the rudest, rudest, crudest man I ever knew."
James repeated in the secret hollows of his mind. It was not spacious; it was simply fantastic. They stood, those two Mrs. Prockter in her usual flowered silk, and James in his usual hard, rent-collecting clothes at the foot of the double staircase, which sprang with the light of elegance of wings from the floor of the entrance-hall of Wilbraham Hall.
So I'll thank you not to beat about the bush. The plain fact is that you don't care a pin for Prockter." "I never said I did." "You've made every one believe you did, anyhow. You've even made me think so, though all the time I knew it was impossible. An ass like that!" "What do you want?" Helen repeated.
Prockter had a mien, and a flowered silk, before which even an apron of the Wilbrahams must quail. "I may tell you, Mr. Ollerenshaw," she remarked, confidentially, when they were alone, "that I have not the slightest intention of buying this place. Emanuel takes advantage of my good nature. You've no idea how persistent he is. So all you have to do is to advise me firmly not to buy it.
Why should he blush because Helen expressed a vague, hostile curiosity as to the direction of Mrs. Prockter's cap? What had the direction of Mrs. Prockter's cap to do with him? Yet blush he did. He grew angry, not curiously enough with Helen, but with himself and with Mrs. Prockter. His anger had the strange effect of making him an arrant coward.
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