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You'll go burning your fingers investing your money in lime, and things you know nothing about! Who told you?" and ascertaining what they had been told, he would go away, and, making inquiries in the City, would perhaps invest some of his own money in the concern. It was about the middle of dinner, just in fact as the saddle of mutton had been brought in by Smither, that Mrs.
There! it was a mouse! How naughty of Smither to say there wasn't! It would be eating through the wainscot before they knew where they were, and they would have to have the builders in. They were such destructive things! And she lay, with her eyes just moving, following in her mind that little scrattling sound, and waiting for sleep to release her from it.
That evening, while they were waiting for dinner, she murmured: "I've told Smither to get up half a bottle of the sweet champagne, Hester. I think we ought to drink dear James' health, and and the health of Soames' wife; only, let's keep that quite secret. I'll Just say like this, 'And you know, Hester! and then we'll drink. It might upset Timothy."
They mightn't like to seem to expect something. At twelve o'clock the procession left the door; Timothy alone in the first carriage under glass. Then Soames alone; then Gradman alone; then Cook and Smither together. They started at a walk, but were soon trotting under a bright sky. At the entrance to Highgate Cemetery they were delayed by service in the Chapel.
There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London. Such was not quite the condition of "Timothy's" on the Bayswater Road, for Timothy's soul still had one foot in Timothy Forsyte's body, and Smither kept the atmosphere unchanging, of camphor and port wine and house whose windows are only opened to air it twice a day.
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.
As though feeling that some danger threatened her younger brother, Aunt Juley suddenly offered him tea: "There it is," she said, "all cold and nasty, waiting for you in the back drawing room, but Smither shall make you some fresh." Old Jolyon rose: "Thank you," he said, looking straight at James, "but I've no time for tea, and scandal, and the rest of it! It's time I was at home.
And on the way back would Smither call in at Green Street it was a little out of her way, but she could take the bus up Bond Street afterwards; it would be a nice little change for her and ask dear Mrs. Dartie to be sure and look in before she went out of town. All this Smither did an undeniable servant trained many years ago under Aunt Ann to a perfection not now procurable. Mr. James, so Mrs.
They must find their own way back to the hotel if they mean to come! Hailing a cab outside the ground, he said: "Drive me to the Bayswater Road." His old aunts had never failed him. To them he had meant an ever-welcome visitor. Though they were gone, there, still, was Timothy! Smither was standing in the open doorway. "Mr. Soames! I was just taking the air. Cook will be so pleased." "How is Mr.
On the morning of James' birthday, August the 5th, they felt extraordinary animation, and little notes passed between them by the hand of Smither while they were having breakfast in their beds. Smither must go round and take their love and little presents and find out how Mr. James was, and whether he had passed a good night with all the excitement.
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