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When he was out of service he lived alone with his widowed mother. Mrs. Scatchard was a woman above the average in her lowly station as to capacity and manners. She had seen better days, as the phrase is, but she never referred to them in the presence of curious visitors; and, though perfectly polite to every one who approached her, never cultivated any intimacies among her neighbors.
"Have you and your aunt had an invitation too?" asked Mavis mischievously. "Not into the palace, as you might say. But we're both going as far as the gates with uncle, to see he gets there safely and isn't tempted by the way." Soon after, Mr Scatchard left with the two women, looking, for all the world, like a prisoner in charge of lynx-eyed warders.
Mrs Scatchard, and particularly Miss Meakin, were probably resentful that Mavis did not ask them to mix with her swell friends; whilst Miss Toombs had plenty of time on her hands in which to indulge in vain regrets because she was not as attractive and finely formed as Mavis.
Northway watched him and seemed tempted to follow, but at length went down the hill. Disappointed in his matrimonial project, the Rev. Scatchard Vialls devoted himself with acrid zeal to the interests of the Conservative party.
Between two and three months after the events I have just been relating, Isaac Scatchard came to me, withered and old-looking before his time, just as you saw him to-day. He had his testimonials to character with him, and he asked for employment here.
Nothing was said either by himself, his host, or the few laborers who strayed into the tap-room, which could, in the slightest degree, excite the very small and very dull imaginative faculty which Isaac Scatchard possessed. At a little after eleven the house was closed. Isaac went round with the landlord and held the candle while the doors and lower windows were being secured.
Do you believe in blood?" "I think so." "Then you must come here often. Blood is so scarce in North Kensington." "Thank you." "Why not stay and have a bit of dinner?" "Lunch," corrected Miss Meakin with a frown. "We've a lovely sheep's heart and turnips," said Mrs Scatchard, disregarding her niece's pained interruption. Mavis thanked kindly Mrs Scatchard, but said she must be off.
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