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Staines went off refreshed thereby, and as gay as a lark, pointing slyly at the door, and making faces to Phoebe that she knew he was there, and she only retired, out of her admirable discretion, that they might enjoy the diamond together.
Called. Pettigrew gone abroad. House in Manchester Square to let. Staines went to the house-agent with his tale. Agent was impenetrable at first; but, at last, won by the doctor's manner and his unhappiness, referred him to Pettigrew's solicitor; the solicitor was a respectable man, and said he would forward the claim to Pettigrew in Paris.
A lot of brokers were there, like vultures; and one after another stepped forward and pestered them to employ him in the morning. Dr. Staines declined their services civilly but firmly, and he and Rosa looked over a quantity of furniture, and settled what sort of things to buy.
This one was a deputy patient Collett, a retired butler kept a lodging-house, and waited at parties; he lived close by, but had a married daughter in Chelsea. Would the doctor visit her, and HE would be responsible? Staines paid the woman a visit or two, and treated her so effectually, that soon her visits were paid to him.
Next day they crossed the line. Just before noon a young gentleman burst into Staines's cabin, apologizing for want of ceremony; but if Dr. Staines would like to see the line, it was now in sight from the mizzentop. "Glad of it, sir," said Staines; "collect it for me in the ship's buckets, if you please. I want to send A LINE to friends at home."
"But are you sure of all this, Bill?" said Mr Staines. "Because, if he should turn out to be somebody, I'll make him pay me for my traps; that's as certain now as that he'll be sent to Old Davy." "Certain sure. He showed the doctor papers enough to set up a lawyer's shop. But that's not the best of it hum ha! Do you think, Mr Pigtop, that Mr Rattlin's caulking?"
But you'll come back again, of course?" "I hope so, I'm sure, some day or other," said Winn. Then he turned to Ponsonby. "Have you been down the Cresta?" he asked. Mr. Ponsonby shook his head. "Not from Church Leap," he replied. "I've got too much respect for my bones. It's awfully tricky; I've gone down from below it. You don't get such a speed on then." "Oh, Major Staines, you won't toboggan?"
But I shall go down and just bring him away by the ear." For once her bitter indignation overpowered every other sentiment, and she lost no time, but late as it was went down to Gravesend, ordered a private sitting-room and bedroom for the night, and took a fly to Kent Villa. But Christopher Staines had the start of her.
"Rosa dear," said Dr. Staines, "this is our Uncle Philip." "Oh!" said Rosa, and turned red and pale by turns; for she had a great desire to propitiate Uncle Philip. "You were in the auction-room, sir?" said Mrs. Cole, severely. "I was, madam. He! he!" "Furnishing a house?" "No, ma'am. I go to a dozen sales a week; but it is not to buy I enjoy the humors. Did you ever hear of Robert Burton, ma'am?"
Let us tether the horses, and use our shovels." They did so; and found one or two common crystals, and some jasper, and a piece of chalcedony all in little bubbles, but no diamond. Falcon said it was wasting time. Just then the proprietor, a gigantic, pasty colonist, came up, with his pipe, and stood calmly looking on. Staines came down, and made a sort of apology.
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