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Hasluck had changed places with my mother, and having after many experiments learned the correct pitch for conversation with old Teidelmann, talked with him as much aside as the circumstances of the case would permit. Hasluck never wasted time on anything else than business.
Teidelmann may have clouded for a moment Barbara's sunny nature, surely there was no reason for this, seeing that no one attracted greater attention throughout the dinner than the parlour-maid. "Where ever did you get her from?" asked Mrs. Florret, Barbara having just descended the kitchen stairs. "A neat-handed Phillis," commented Dr. Florret with approval.
"I merely meant that I may be wrong," answered my mother. "I seem so old among you all so out of place. I have tried to change, but I cannot." "We will say no more about it," said Mrs. Teidelmann, sweetly. "I merely thought it would give him pleasure; and he has worked so hard this last term, his father tells me."
"Our drains!" chimed in Mrs. Hasluck, who was a homely soul; "well, you'd hardly know there was any in the house since I've took to using it." "What are they talking about?" asked Teidelmann, appealing to my mother. "What's he say his wife does?" "Your disinfectant," explained my mother; "Mrs. Hasluck swears by it." "Who?" "Mrs. Hasluck." "Does she?
Then one day the news came that old Teidelmann had died suddenly in his counting house. "You are going to her?" said my mother. "I have been sent for," said my father; "I must it may mean business." My mother laughed bitterly; why, at the time, I could not understand; and my father flung out of the house.
Say it again," smiling upon him and paying close attention to his every want. Even old Hasluck, opposite to him, and who, though pleasant enough in his careless way, was far from being a slave to politeness, roared himself purple, praising some new disinfectant of which this same Teidelmann appeared to be the proprietor. "My wife swears by it," bellowed Hasluck, leaning across the table.
"But you would pay thousands for a diamond to hang upon your neck," argued my father's voice. "It would enhance the beauty of my neck," replied the musical voice. "An even more absolute waste of money," was my father's answer, spoken low. And I heard again the musical, soft laugh. "Who is she?" I asked Barbara. "The second Mrs. Teidelmann," whispered Barbara. "She is quite a swell.
Because I can't talk about anything but shop myself, I think everybody else is the same sort of fool." But he was doing himself an injustice, for on my next arrival in the passage he was again shouting across the table, and this time Teidelmann was evidently interested. "Well, if you could spare the time, I'd be more obliged than I can tell you," Hasluck was saying.
But I would rather he did not go." "Just this once," persisted Mrs. Teidelmann. "It is holiday time." A ray of sunlight fell into the room, lighting upon her coaxing face, making where my mother stood seem shadow. "I would rather he did not go," repeated my mother, and her voice sounded harsh and grating.
"I know absolutely nothing about pictures myself, and Pearsall says you are one of the best judges in Europe." "He ought to know," chuckled old Teidelmann. "He's tried often enough to palm off rubbish onto me." "That last purchase of yours must have been a good thing for young " Hasluck mentioned the name of a painter since world famous; "been the making of him, I should say."
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