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Farmer Robson's Lassie now lay down at her master's feet, placed her nose between her paws, and watched with attentive eyes the preparations going on for refreshments preparations which, to the disappointment of her canine heart, consisted entirely of tumblers and sugar. 'Where's t' wench? said Robson, after he had shaken hands with Kinraid, and spoken a few words to him and to Mrs. Corney.
All this positive evidence in contradiction to Daniel Robson's opinion only made him cling to it the more; until the day when the hat was found on the shore with Kinraid's name written out large and fair in the inside, and the tell-tale bit of ribbon knotted in the band.
Well, that's very nice of you, gentlemen very nice indeed; and I was going to speak out a bit nervously, as I consider it to be my duty to do as Dr Robson's servant; but as you both speak of me as you do, I hope you won't be offended when I say outright that I don't like that Spanish chap at all."
Get your things off and I'll tell you all about it." Claire handed her mother the package of pastries. "I heard about it to-day," she said, coldly. "But Mrs. Towne knows the whole thing from A to Z," insisted Mrs. Robson, genially. "I'm not interested in the details," Claire returned, doggedly. Mrs. Robson's face wore a puzzled, almost a harried, expression. Claire moved away.
The welcome click came finally, succeeded by the unmistakable slam of an automobile door and the sharp, quick note of a machine speeding up. "She's come home in Stillman's car," flashed through Mrs. Robson's mind, as she sat up in bed. At that moment Mrs. Finnegan's cuckoo clock, sounding distinctly through the thin flooring, warbled twice with a voice of friendly betrayal.
It was plain to Claire that nobody understood, and she felt a dreary futility as she answered both her mother and Mrs. Finnegan with: "It's a long story. Some other time, when ... when you're feeling better." A look of gray disappointment crossed Mrs. Robson's face. Mrs. Finnegan's upper lip seemed shaped suddenly with a suspicion that died almost as quickly as it began.
He told her he should ask Hester, who was always so good and kind who never yet had said him nay, to go to church with them as bridesmaid for Sylvia would give no thought or care to anything but her mother and that they would leave her at Haytersbank as they returned from church; she would manage Mrs Robson's removal she would do this do that do everything.
They had been prepared to be critical on one who had interfered with their favourite project of a marriage between Philip and Hester; and, though full of compassion for the cruelty of Daniel Robson's fate, they were too completely men of business not to have some apprehension that the connection of Philip Hepburn with the daughter of a man who was hanged, might injure the shop over which both his and their name appeared.
She was more thankful than she knew how to express towards any one who made her mother happy; as has been already said, the contributing to Bell Robson's pleasures earned Philip more of his wife's smiles than anything else. And Sylvia threw her whole heart into the words and caresses she lavished on Hester whenever poor Mrs. Robson spoke of the goodness and kindness of the latter.
Robson's sympathy in some little dispute that had occurred between her and the nurse-maid.
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