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But Iris was not accustomed to cross-examination. During a three months' residence on the island she had learnt how to avoid Lady Tozer. Here it was impossible, and the older woman fastened upon her asp-like. Miss Iris Deane was a toothsome morsel for gossip.
Tozer half-dozing in the tranquillity and warmth. "Grandmamma, I have brought Mr. May and Mr. Northcote to see you," she said. The poor old lady almost sprang from her chair in amazement. "Lord bless us, Phoebe, Mr. May!" "Don't disturb yourself, grandmamma; they will find seats.
He was seated at one side of the fire, looking very grave and shaking his head as the other spoke. "That is very true, and I don't say anything against it. But, Mr. Tozer, I can't help thinking there's some one else in it than Cotsdean." "What one else? what is the good of coming here to me with a pack of nonsense?
To hear her granddaughter call Miss May by her Christian name was in itself a pleasure to Mrs. Tozer. She gave Phoebe a hug. "So you shall, my darling, and as for a bottle of good wine or that, anything as is in the house, you know you're welcome to it. You go and talk to your grandfather; I'm as comfortable as I can be, and if you'd like to run back to that poor child "
As we can neither of us take up that bill for £400 at the moment, we must renew it, and pay him his commission and interest, with all the rest of his perquisites, and pickings, and stealings from all which, I can assure you, Tozer does not keep his hands as he should do.
The amazing difference which this made in the sentiments of Mrs. Phoebe Beecham, née Tozer, it is quite impossible to describe. Her sudden introduction to "circles" which Mrs. Pigeon had never entered, and to houses at the area-door of which Mr.
"Well, really, I don't know. I don't think I believe any thing at all about it." "But you must believe in either one or the other you've got to," said Tozer, positively. "But I don't, you know; and how can I?" Tozer threw at her a look of commiseration, and began to think that his companion was not much better than a heathen.
We have none none whom we specially cultivate, that is. I will stop in town a day or two to interview my dressmaker, and then go straight to Helmdale, our place in Yorkshire." "Surely you have a chaperon!" "A chaperon! My dear Lady Tozer, did my father impress you as one who would permit a fussy and stout old person to make my life miserable?" The acidity of the retort lay in the word "stout."
It's the timid man that a dog bites. Run at him and he runs." He was speaking to himself rather than the table, admiring the courage that had snubbed Tozer with a word. But his musing remark rang a bell in young Gourlay. By Jove, he had thought that himself, so he had! He was a hollow thing, he knew, but a buckram pretence prevented the world from piercing to his hollowness.
Tozer occasionally glanced at her, and then, like her, he sat silent, involved in his own thoughts. "And so," said Minnie at last, "you're not the priest himself?" "The priest?" "Yes." "Well, no; I don't call myself a priest. I'm a minister of the Gospel." "Well, you're not a real priest, then." "All men of my calling are real priests yes, priests and kings.
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