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We shall have to leave soon after half-past ten," she explained. Frank had already left the room when she said that, she herself went out with her elder daughter, and the four of us who remained, all visitors, were left to pair with each other as we chose. It was Miss Tattersall who determined the arrangement.
"Why did your mother rush to tell you that I hadn't slept in the house last night?" "The mater's in an awful state of nerves," he said. Incidentally I had to admit to myself that I had not made sufficient allowance for that indubitable fact, but I chose to disregard it at the moment. I wanted to be sure of the treachery of Grace Tattersall.
Jervaise's state of nerves is an excuse for her confiding in you, it isn't, in my opinion, any excuse for her confiding in Miss Tattersall and Nora Bailey and Hughes, and setting them on to ostracise me." "Oh! come," Jervaise protested, a little taken aback. I had put him in a quandary, now.
"What makes it rather embarrassing for the dear Jervaises," Miss Tattersall confided to me, "is that the other things aren't ordered till one the Atkinsons' 'bus, you know, and the rest of 'em. Brenda persuaded Mrs. Jervaise that we might go on for a bit after the vicar had gone." I wished that I could get away from Miss Tattersall; she intruded on my thoughts.
"He's a new man they've got," Miss Tattersall replied. "They've only had him three months..." It seemed as if she were about to add some further comment, but nothing came. "Oh!" was all that I found appropriate. I felt that the action of my opera was hanging fire. Indeed, every one was beginning to feel it. The Hall door had been shut against the bane of the night-air.
And at last, as I had hoped, my foolish, specious arguments and apparent credulity irritated her to a pitch of exasperation. "Oh! you can talk till all's blue," she broke in with a flash of temper, "but she hasn't come back." "But..." I began. "I know she hasn't," Miss Tattersall said, and the pink of her cheeks spread to her forehead and neck like an overflowing stain.
Under July, in the same work, we hear of "a chafing dish of coals;" and under September, wood and coals are mentioned together. But doubtless the employment of the latter was far less general. In a paper read before the Royal Society, June 9, 1796, there is an account of a saucepan discovered in the bed of the river Withain, near Tattersall Ferry, in Lincolnshire, in 1788.
Miss Tattersall had started for the house and her preparations for church-going, but she paused on the hither side of the drive and pretended an interest in the flower beds, until Banks had been admitted to the Hall.
Miss Tattersall and Nora Bailey were sitting together there, pretending a conversation while they patiently awaited the coming of breakfast. Mrs.
Miss Tattersall, Olive Jervaise's friend, a rather abundant fair young woman, warmed by excitement to the realisation that she must flirt with some one, also noticed the theatrical sound of that announcement of midnight. She giggled a little nervously as stroke succeeded stroke in an apparently unending succession.
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