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Updated: May 26, 2025
The horses were spirited, and entered into the fun of the thing almost as much as their driver. Railsford long remembered the picture which this youthful hero presented; with his face flushed, his head bare, his sandy hair waving in the breeze, his body laid back at an obtuse angle, as he tugged with both hands at the reins.
"Yes I say, weren't you the only one in it, then?" asked the boy, who could not any longer mistake the master's bewildered and horrified manner for mere acting. Railsford felt that this was a time of all others to be explicit. "I did not do it, Arthur, and I had no more connection with the affair than your father." Arthur was duly impressed by this asseveration.
He has the house next to mine. You, I, Roe, and Bickers have the four sides of the Big Square." "Which is Bickers?" "The man with the black beard last but one on the other side." Railsford gave a furtive look down the table, and encountered the eyes of Mr Bickers fixed discontentedly on him.
It was an ordinary subject for a picture of this kind, and Railsford might have thought nothing of it, had not his attention been attracted by some words inscribed in classic fashion against the figures of the actors in this little drama.
"I hear you have been appointed to my house," he said, by way of explanation, "and I thought it would be only friendly to call and tell you the sort of thing you are to expect when you go there." "Thanks, very much," said Railsford, with a smile of the corner of his mouth. "You may be made of cast iron, or be possessed of the patience of a Job," began this cheery adviser. "If so, you're all right.
"What's the joke?" demanded a bullet-headed, black-eyed boy who sat near. "What, didn't I tell you, Dimsdale? Keep it close, won't you? You see that chap with the eyeglass next to Grover. That's Railsford, our new master Marky, I call him. He's engaged to Daisy, you know, my sister. Regular soup-ladles they are." Here Dig once more laughed beyond the bounds of discretion.
And the friends went on to talk of other matters. After a while Grover hastened away to his own house, leaving Railsford somewhat uneasy in his mind. If Dr Ponsford were to question him on the subject of the chariot race, he felt that he would be seriously compromised at the outset of his career.
"How do you do, Mr ;" here the doctor took up his visitor's card to refresh his memory "Mr Railsford?" "I was afraid, sir," said Mark, "I had mistaken your letter about coming to-day; there appears to be no one no one who can I have been unable to ascertain where I am to go." The doctor waited patiently for the end of this lucid explanation.
Then the voice from within called, "Come in, Mr Railsford," and he knew his turn was come. It was less terrible than he expected. Half a score of middle-aged gentlemen round a table, some looking at him, some reading his testimonials, and one or two putting questions. Most of them indulgent to his embarrassment and even sharing it.
Railsford rang the bell at the porter's lodge. A small child of eight appeared. "Where's your father?" asked the new master. "Yout," replied the girl. "Well, your mother?" "Please, she's she's in the churchyard along of my Aunt Sally." "Well, run and You mean she's dea ?" The child nodded before he had finished his sentence. "Is there anyone about?" inquired the perplexed new-comer.
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