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Ware's pack of fox-hounds cost 2000 guineas, and the late Lord Middleton gave the same to Mr. Osbaldeston for ten couples of his hounds. It is time, however, to speak of the kennel, whether we regard the sporting architecture of Mr.G. Tattersall, or the scientific inquiries of Mr. Vyner, or a sketch of the noble buildings at Goodwood.
When I get that far, they may stop their larfin' till next time, I guess. That's the turn of the fever that's the crisis that's my time to larf then. Every eye was instantly turned upon us. Even Tattersall suspended his "he is five years old a good hack and is to be sold," to give time for the general exclamation of surprise. "Who the devil is that? Is he mad? Where did he come from?
It has a right to deal with the literary inventor as with any other; if I produce a novelty in the book trade, I must do the best I can with it; but I can no more force Mr. Murray to purchase my book of travels or sermons, than I can compel Mr. Tattersall to give me a hundred guineas for my horse.
None of them took any notice of me particularly Miss Tattersall, whose failure to see me was a marked and positive act of omission. I realised that I had been disapproved and snubbed, but I was not at all distressed by the fact. I put it all down to my failure in piety, begun with my absence from prayers and now accentuated by my absence from church.
"He seems to have gone, disappeared, any-way," I replied. "It's getting frightfully mysterious," Miss Tattersall agreed, and added inconsequently, "He's got a strong face, you know; keen looks as if he'd get his own way about things, though, of course, he isn't a gentleman." I had a suspicion that she had been flirting with the romantic chauffeur.
"I'm perfectly sure your mother would not have treated me as she did unless her mind had been perverted in some way." "But why should she Miss Tattersall I mean she seemed rather keen on you..." "I can explain that," I interrupted him. "She wanted to gossip with me about the whole affair this morning, and she made admissions that I suppose she was subsequently ashamed of.
And then, feeling that this comment was a trifle too strong for my company, I tried to cover it by changing the subject. "I say, do you think we ought to stay on here over the week-end?" I asked. "Wouldn't it be more tactful of us to invent excuses and leave them to themselves?" "Certainly it would. Have you only just thought of it?" Miss Tattersall said pertly.
They were taking refuge in their house. Presently... "Given it up?" I remarked with stupid politeness to Miss Tattersall. "They've sent John round to the stables to inquire," she told me. I do not know how she knew. "John" was the only man-servant that the Jervaises employed in the house; butler, footman, valet and goodness knows what else. "Mrs.
"Well, where is she?" I asked. Miss Tattersall laughed. Now that we had left the dangerous topic of her means of obtaining evidence, she was sure of herself again. "She might be anywhere by this time," she said. "She and her lover obviously went off in the motor together at twelve o'clock. They are probably in London, by now." I did not give her confidence for confidence.
I could still sympathise with him on that score, even though I was now strongly inclined to side with the Jervaises in the Brenda affair. "Yes, isn't it?" Miss Tattersall agreed. "Of course, they are the only important people in the place," she added thoughtfully. "So important that it's slightly presumptuous to worship God without the sanction of their presence in church," I remarked.
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