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Fraser I should have been all alone." She looked hard at Miss Wheeler as she spoke, and the couple from the pit-stalls reddened with indignation at being so misunderstood. "I'm sure I didn't want him," said Miss Wheeler, hastily. "Two or three times I thought there would have been a fight with the people behind." "Oh, it doesn't matter," said Miss Tyrell, composedly.
He kissed her again, secretly astonished at his own audacity, and the high-handed way in which he was conducting things. Mixed with his joy was a half-pang, as he realised that he had lost his fear of Poppy Tyrell. "I promised my father," said the girl, presently. "I did not want to get married, but I did not mind so much Until " "Until," Fraser reminded her, fondly.
"Well, my dear " began the dock-foreman. "Don't interfere, father," said Mrs. Wheeler somewhat sharply. "I'm sure Mr. Fraser needn't mind saying anything before us. It's nothing he's ashamed of, I'm sure." "Certainly not," said Fraser, sternly, "but it's quite private for all that. Will you put your hat on and come out a little way, Miss Tyrell?" "That I'm sure she won't," said the energetic Mrs.
"You don't know me, Jack," said the skipper, more in sorrow than in anger. "No, I didn't think you were quite so bad," said the mate, slowly. "Is Miss Tyrell fond of you?" "Of course she is," said Flower, indignantly; "they all are, that's the worst of it. You were never much of a favourite with the sex, Jack, were you?"
"Overslept yourself," said Fraser, consolingly. Miss Tyrell made an impatient gesture, but listened hopefully as her visitor suggested that it was quite possible Flower had got away in another boat. "I'll watch the paper every day," she said, brightening; "you miss some at sea." But nothing came of the watching.
Fraser thanked her again, warmly. "Or venturesome," added Miss Tyrell, thoughtfully. "You're not the kind." They walked on in silence; indignant silence on the part of the ex-mate. "Then you are out of a berth?" said Poppy, not unkindly. Fraser shook his head and explained. "And I told my father about you," he added, nervously.
"You must take me back now," said Miss Tyrell. "Good-bye, Mr. Fraser." She held out her hand to the mate, and giving a friendly pressure, left the cabin, followed by Flower. The mate let them get clear of the ship, and then, clambering on to the jetty, watched them off the wharf, and, plunging his hands into his pockets, whistled softly. "Poppy Tyrell," he said to himself, slowly. "Poppy Tyrell!
They came in, strings of anaemic girls, with large fringes and pallid lips, who could not digest their bad, insufficient food; old ladies, fat and thin, aged prematurely by frequent confinements, with winter coughs; women with this, that, and the other, the matter with them. Dr. Tyrell and his house-physician got through them quickly.
Why d'you want to worry the boy? He has quite enough to do to put up with me. You'll do nothing more for me than write a pretty article about me after my death. I know you." Next day Philip went to Dr. Tyrell. He felt that he was the sort of man to be interested by the story, and as soon as Tyrell was free of his day's work he accompanied Philip to Kennington.
The body looked shrunk and ignoble. It was not like anything human. Dr. Tyrell looked at it dispassionately. With a mechanical gesture he took out his watch. "Well, I must be getting along. I'll send the certificate round. I suppose you'll communicate with the relatives." "I don't think there are any," said Philip. "How about the funeral?" "Oh, I'll see to that." Dr. Tyrell gave Philip a glance.
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