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I expect he'll ask me this afternoon if you came about the gas, and a pretty job I shall have to make him understand." "Do you think he ought to have a man about him?" Smither held up her hands. "A man! Oh! no. Cook and me can manage perfectly. A strange man about would send him crazy in no time. And my mistresses wouldn't like the idea of a man in the house. Besides, we're so proud of him."
It's such a pleasant change!" "Well," said Soames, "just for a few minutes." "No," murmured Smither in the hall, where the air had the singular freshness of the outside day, "we haven't been very satisfied with him, not all this week. He's always been one to leave a titbit to the end; but ever since Monday he's been eating it first. If you notice a dog, Mr.
It was a change! And Mr. Timothy had never liked change. But she did not speak of this to Smither, who did so take a line of her own in regard to heaven that it quite put one about sometimes. She cried while Timothy was being prepared, and they all had sherry afterward out of the yearly Christmas bottle, which would not be needed now. Ah! dear!
"Well, Smither, I want to see him, if I can; in case he has anything to say to me." Smither coloured up above her corsets. "It will be an occasion!" she said. "Shall I take you round the house, sir, while I send Cook to break it to him?" "No, you go to him," said Soames. "I can go round the house by myself."
Smither was getting garrulous! "I just want to look round and see if there's anything to be done." "Yes, sir. I don't think there's anything except a smell of mice in the dining-room that we don't know how to get rid of. It's funny they should be there, and not a crumb, since Mr. Timothy took to not coming down, just before the war.
Soames, who had been staring at an old print by the hat-rack, thinking, 'That's got value! murmured: "I'll go up and see him, Smither." "Cook's with him," answered Smither above her corsets; "she will be pleased to see you." He mounted slowly, with the thought: 'Shan't care to live to be that age. On the second floor, he paused, and tapped.
Soames, who had been staring at an old print by the hat-rack, thinking, 'That's got value! murmured: "I'll go up and see him, Smither." "Cook's with him," answered Smither above her corsets; "she will be pleased to see you." He mounted slowly, with the thought: 'Shan't care to live to be that age. On the second floor, he paused, and tapped.
I made his Will, you know, after Miss Hester died in 1907." "Oh! that, sir," replied Smither doubtfully, "I couldn't take on me to say. I think he might; he really is a wonderful man for his age." Soames moved into the doorway, and waiting for Timothy to turn, said in a loud voice: "Uncle Timothy!" Timothy trailed back half-way, and halted. "Eh?" he said.
It was a change! And Mr. Timothy had never liked change. But she did not speak of this to Smither, who did so take a line of her own in regard to heaven that it quite put one about sometimes. She cried while Timothy was being prepared, and they all had sherry afterward out of the yearly Christmas bottle, which would not be needed now. Ah! dear!
They would be ill too, he shouldn't wonder. She had better send for the doctor; it was best to take things in time. He didn't think his sister Ann had had the best opinion; if she'd had Blank she would have been alive now. Smither might send to Park Lane any time she wanted advice. Of course, his carriage was at their service for the funeral.
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