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Scott advised them, after their fatigue, to enter the house and seat themselves with his wife, while he would walk towards the Shaw rigg in search of John. On their entrance they found with Mrs. Scott a little girl, about seven years old, whom she introduced to them as her daughter Marion.
She could not keep her fingers off "Every Man his own Lawyer," and consulted that boon to the legal profession to such good effect that she placed a handsome fee in the pocket of one of its brightest ornaments at the earliest opportunity. Mr. Rigg continued to beam and to keep his own counsel, merely notifying that things must be allowed to take their own course, and presently he bowed Mrs.
His face was only grave when he wished to fend off laughter. "Well," persisted Mrs. Agar, "I am sure Jem did not make a will." Mr. Rigg bowed and resumed his seat. He took up a penholder and smiled, presumably at his own sunny thoughts. Mrs. Agar was one of those fatuous ladies who think themselves capable of tricking a professional man out of his fee.
The door was open, so that the lawyer's voice carried well down the passage. "Yes, sir." "I will see Mrs. Agar now." And Mrs. Agar was shown in, all bustling with excitement. "Mr. Rigg," she said, with some dignity, "has Mr. Glynde been here?" The lawyer beamed again literally all over his parchment-coloured face, except the eyes, which remained grave.
It was true enough that Stixon now had nothing more to tell, but what he had told already seemed of very great importance, confirming strongly, as it did, the description given me by Jacob Rigg. And even the butler's concluding words that I seemed born to hear it all comforted me like some good omen, and cheered me forward to make them true.
"Of course," she said, "as regards the present case, I know perfectly well that both Jem and his father would wish everything to go to Arthur." She was picking a thread from the corner of her jacket with an air of nonchalance. Mr. Rigg was silent. He had some thirty years before this period given up attaching importance to the wishes of the deceased as interpreted by disinterested survivors.
Near at hand is the precipitous gorge of Upper Newton Dale, backed by Pickering Moor, and beyond are the heights of Northdale Rigg and Rosedale Common, with the blue outlines of Ralph Cross and Danby Head right on the horizon.
And this was how he held up his elbow and his head. Look 'e see, miss, and then 'e know as much as I do." Mr. Rigg marched with a long smooth step a most difficult strain for his short bowed legs as far as the place he had been pointing out; and there he stood with his back to me, painfully doing what the tall man had done, so far as the difference of size allowed.
Martin thought she was very right, and began considering how he could send a message, as he felt it was rather further than he liked to walk. At last he determined on sending John upon the pony, Mrs. Scott assuring him he could not miss his way to Jenny Kerr's, it being the first house he came to after passing the Shaw rigg, where a large stone stood on his left hand.
Rigg Featherstone there was more discontent with immediate visible consequences than speculation as to the effect which his presence might have in the future. No soul was prophetic enough to have any foreboding as to what might appear on the trial of Joshua Rigg. And here I am naturally led to reflect on the means of elevating a low subject.
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