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Sir Joseph, looking a little surprised, replied briefly that he had no engagement. "In that case," resumed Turlington, "I invite you all to Somersetshire, and I propose that the marriage shall take place from my house, and not from yours. Do you refuse?" "It is contrary to the usual course of proceeding in such cases, Richard," Sir Joseph began. "Do you refuse?" reiterated Turlington.
An hour later than the time at which he had been expected, Richard Turlington appeared at his office in the city. He met beforehand all the inquiries which the marked change in him must otherwise have provoked, by announcing that he was ill. Before he proceeded to business, he asked if anybody was waiting to see him.
Before the next word of the sentence could pass Sir Joseph's lips, Turlington startled the little party in the cabin by springing suddenly to his feet. "The breeze!" he cried; "the breeze at last!" As he spoke, he wheeled round to the cabin door so as to turn his back on his guests, and hailed the deck. "Which way is the wind?" "There is not a breath of wind, sir."
"The constable is my business," said Turlington, hurriedly descending the stairs; "I'll go with the doctor." The house was badly provided with servants' bedrooms. The women-servants only slept indoors. The footman occupied a room over the stables. Natalie and her aunt heard Turlington dismiss the man for the night, an hour earlier than usual at least. His next proceeding was stranger still.
"Are you acquainted with the circumstances?" asked Turlington, retorting Launce's question on him, with a harsh ring of defiance in his brassy voice. "What became of the poor foreign sailor, papa?" said Natalie, purposely interrupting Launce before he could meet the question angrily asked of him, by an angry reply. "We made a subscription, and spoke to his consul, my dear.
The same evening Turlington was at his office in Austin Friars, investigating the state of affairs, with his head clerk to help him. Stated briefly, the business of the firm was of the widely miscellaneous sort. They plied a brisk trade in a vast variety of commodities. Nothing came amiss to them, from Manchester cotton manufactures to Smyrna figs.
The shadowy figure of a man of great stature, lurking among the graves, advanced to meet him. Midway in the dark and lonely place the two stopped and consulted together in whispers. Turlington spoke first. "Have you taken up your quarters at the public-house in the village?" "Yes, master." "Did you find your way, while the daylight lasted, to the deserted malt-house behind my orchard wall?"
What on earth do we know about the Levant Trade? Courage! If we have ever known what it is to want money we are perfectly familiar with the subject at starting. The Levant Trade does occasionally get into difficulties. Turlington wanted money. The letter which had been handed to him on board the yacht was from his third partner, Mr. Branca, and was thus expressed: "A crisis in the trade.
An Indian was despatched early in the morning, to meet my men with a supply of the north-west panacea, Turlington Balsam; and I was glad to see them arrive in the evening, more in want of food than medicine."
With that arrangement in prospect, he left them. An hour later a telegram arrived from Natalie. She had consented to dine, as well as lunch, in Berkeley Square sleeping there that night, and returning the next morning. Her father instantly telegraphed back by the messenger, insisting on Natalie's return to Muswell Hill that evening, in time to meet Richard Turlington at dinner. "Quite right.
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