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Her attention was completely absorbed by Mrs. Sowler's replies. Speculating on the possible result, Jervy abandoned the question of the debt, and devoted his next inquiries to the subject of the child. "I promise you every farthing of your money, Mother Sowler," he said, "with interest added to it. How old was the child when Farnaby gave it to you?" "Old? Not a week old, I should say!"
The respectable servant showed her opinion of Mrs. Sowler plainly in her face. She replied as briefly and as ungraciously as possible: "No." "Man or woman?" was the next question. "Am I to answer this person, ma'am?" said the servant, looking at Mrs. Farnaby. "Answer me instantly," Mrs. Sowler interposed "in Mrs. Farnaby's own interests. Don't you see she can't speak to you herself?"
Sowler were to meet at the tavern door. The one last hope of protecting Mrs. Farnaby from the abominable conspiracy of which she was the destined victim, rested solely on the fulfilment by Amelius of his engagement with Regina for that day. Always ready to interfere with the progress of the courtship, Mrs.
"But, if you want advice, you know that I am heart and soul at your service." Phoebe looked across the room at Mrs. Sowler, still nodding over the fire. "Never mind now," she said; "I don't think it's a matter for a man to advise about it's between Mrs. Farnaby and me. Do what you like with her husband; I don't care; he's a brute, and I hate him.
"You are trying to force a quarrel on me," she said; "you shan't spoil the happiest morning of my life. Wait here by yourself." She opened the door that led into her bedchamber, and shut herself in. Perfectly impenetrable to any repulse that could be offered to her, Mrs. Sowler looked at the closed door with a sardonic smile, and waited. The clock in the hall struck ten. Mrs.
The scoundrel waited and watched her, until she was completely under his influence. Then, and not till then, he risked the gradual revelation of the purpose which had induced him to withdraw from the hall, before the proceedings of the evening had reached their end. "Did you hear what Mrs. Sowler said to me, just before we left the lecture?" he asked. "No, dear."
It was the only likely way of forcing the girl to confess everything. "No," he answered; "you never said it without being asked." Mrs. Sowler turned once more to Phoebe. "How do you know the child was a girl?" she inquired. Phoebe trembled, and said nothing. She sat with her head down, and her hands, fast clasped together, resting on her lap. "Might I ask, if you please," Mrs.
"In the first place," he said, "it would only be an act of common humanity, on my part, to help Mrs. Sowler to get her money. You see that, don't you? Very well. Now, I am no Socialist, as you are aware; quite the contrary. At the same time, I am a remarkably just man; and I own I was struck by what Mr. Goldenheart said about the uses to which wealthy people are put, by the Rules at Tadmor.
Farnaby had confessed, in writing to Amelius. Her position, at that moment, was essentially a position of command. Mrs. Farnaby felt it in spite of herself. She acknowledged that Jervy had got the money. "Did you sent it to him, or give it to him?" Mrs. Sowler asked. "I gave it to him." "When?" "Yesterday evening." Mrs. Sowler clenched her fists, and shook them in impotent rage.
"Well, then," said the servant, "it was a man." "A man with a squint?" "Yes." "Which way did he go?" "Towards the square." Mrs. Sowler tossed the letter on the table, and hurried out of the room. The servant approached Mrs. Farnaby. "You haven't opened your letter yet, ma'am," she said. "No," said Mrs. Farnaby vacantly, "I haven't opened it yet." "I'm afraid it's bad news, ma'am?" "Yes.
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