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Don't take it so; uncle Rolf will have money again only just now he is out, I suppose and we'll get somebody else in the kitchen that will do nicely; you see if we don't." Mrs. Rossitur's embrace said what words were powerless to say. "But I don't know how we're to find any one here in the country I don't know who'll go to look I am sure your uncle wont want to; and Hugh wouldn't know "
Rossitur's shoulder, but the very significant answer to that was a shrinking gesture of the shoulder and neck, away from the hand. Fleda growing desperate then implored an answer in words prayed for an explanation with an intensity of distress in voice and manner, that no one whose ears were not stopped with a stronger feeling could have been deaf to; but Mrs.
Rossitur's young gentleman acknowledged his relationship, and begged the favour of being set in the right way home. "With much pleasure! You have been showing Miss Rossitur the picturesque country about Montepoole?" "My cousin and I have been there on business, and lost our way coming back." "Ah, I dare say! Very easy. First time you have been there?"
Rossitur's family, and having married and become a widow years ago, had set up for herself in the trade of a washerwoman, occupying an obscure little tenement out towards Chelsea. Fleda had rather a shadowy idea of the locality, though remembering very well sundry journeys of kindness she and Hugh had made to it in days gone by.
Rossitur's place?" inquired a gruff voice. "Yes, it is." "Well will you come round and open the door?" "Who wants it open?" "A lady wants it open." "A lady! what lady?" "Down yonder, in the carriage." "What lady? who is she?" "I don't know who she is: she wanted to come to Mr. Rossitur's place. Will you open the door for her?" Barby and Fleda both now saw a carriage standing in the road.
Ringgan was too well satisfied with the attention of one of his guests to miss that of the other. "That fellow don't look as if he had ever known short commons," was Rossitur's single remark as they turned away. "You did not give us the result of your foraging expedition, Sir," said Mr. Carleton, in a different manner. "Do, grandpa," said Fleda, softly.
He smiled a little as he complied with the young lady's invitation, but the expression of ecstasy did not come. "Are Mr. Rossitur's circumstances so much reduced?" he said, drawing nearer to Mrs. Evelyn. "Do you know them?" exclaimed both the daughters at once. "I knew Mrs. Rossitur very well some years ago, when she was in Paris." "They are all broken to pieces," said Mrs. Evelyn, as Mr.
Rossitur's half-spoken last charge, to take care of herself; and with these seals upon her mission Fleda set forth and joined the doctor; thankful for one foil to curiosity in the shape of a veil and only wishing that there were any invented screen that she could place between her and hearing.
For so long the meal was excessively dull; Hugh and Fleda had their own thoughts; Charlton was biting his resolution into every slice of bread-and-butter that occupied him; and Mr. Rossitur's face looked like anything but encouraging an inquiry into his affairs. Since his son's arrival he had been most uncommonly gloomy; and Mrs. Rossitur's face was never in sunshine when his was in shade.
"Well sir what information did she give you on the subject?" "Left me in the dark, sir, with a vague hope that you would enlighten me." "I trust Mr. Rossitur can give a favourable report?" said the doctor benignly. But Mr. Rossitur's frowning brow looked very little like it. "What do you say to our country life, sir?" "It's a confounded life, sir," said Mr.
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