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He shook with fear; he said I should let out the ghost of his dead brother-in-law. Have you any idea of what he meant?" The cabinet was full of old letters. I could tell her that and could tell her no more. I had never heard of his brother-in-law. Another of his delusions, no doubt. "Did you ever hear him speak," Mrs. Tenbruggen went on, "of a place called Low Lanes?"
Tenbruggen, with the sincerest expressions of regret for having doubted her. "I have been unworthy of your generous interest in me," I said; "I am almost ashamed to offer you my hand." She took my hand, and gave it a good, heady shake. "Are we friends?" she asked, in the simplest and prettiest manner. "Then let us be easy and pleasant again," she went on.
Too beautiful a present for an old woman like me. I agree with the poet: 'Sweets to the sweet. A charming thought of Shakespeare's, is it not? I should like to verify the quotation. Would you mind leaving the volume for me in the hall, if I call to-morrow?" Well done, Mrs. Tenbruggen!
Tenbruggen, I obtained a chance of employment in a public Institution, on condition that I included a clergyman among my references. Knowing nobody else whom I could apply to, I rashly wrote to Mr. Gracedieu, and received one of those cold and cruel refusals which only the strictest religious principle can produce.
Philip, sir and you will allow him one merit. He is capable of showing it, when he knows he has disgraced himself." Without intending it, I am sure, my father infuriated me; he looked as if he believed her. Out came one of the smallest and strongest words in the English language before I could stop it: "Mrs. Tenbruggen, you lie!"
"When my son told me he was engaged to Miss Gracedieu, he said 'Helena'! Philip, what does this mean?" Mrs. Tenbruggen was so obliging as to answer for me. "Some mistake, sir; it's Eunice he is engaged to." I confess I forgot myself. "How the devil do you know that?" I burst out. Mrs. Tenbruggen ignored me and my language.
She did look at it. All the bile in her body flew up into her eyes, and turned them green; she looked as if she longed to scratch my face. I gave the flowers afterward to Maria; Miss Jillgall's nose had completely spoiled them. It would have been too ridiculous to have allowed Mrs. Tenbruggen to consult Shakespeare in the hall. I had the honor of receiving her in my own room.
Third period: 1876. While my father remains in his present helpless condition, somebody must assume a position of command in this house. There cannot be a moment's doubt that I am the person to do it. In my agitated state of mind, sometimes doubtful of Philip, sometimes hopeful of him, I find Mrs. Tenbruggen simply unendurable. A female doctor is, under any circumstances, a creature whom I detest.
"There are some medical men who are honorable exceptions to the general rule; and he may be one of them," Mrs. Tenbruggen admitted. "Don't be too hopeful. As a doctor, he belongs to the most tyrannical trades-union in existence. May I make a personal remark?" "Certainly." "I find something in your manner pray don't suppose that I am angry which looks like distrust; I mean, distrust of me."
Nobody would be in my way; I might get at the medical literature in the consulting-room, and find the information for myself. A knock at my door interrupted me in the midst of my plans. Mrs. Tenbruggen again! still in a fidgety state of feeling on the subject of my health. "Which is it?" she said. "Pain of body, my dear, or pain of mind? I am anxious about you."
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