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I was so fortunate as to get away from Spotswold this morning very soon after the completion of my researches in the vestry, and at five o'clock in the afternoon I found myself once more in the streets of Ullerton. Can his presence in Ullerton have any relation to the business that has brought me here?
"What reason have you for forming that idea?" asked Valentine. "I will tell you. This Matthew Haygarth is known to have been a wild fellow. I obtained a good deal of fragmentary information about him from an old man in some almshouses at Ullerton, whose grandfather was a schoolfellow of Matthew's.
"I say," he said, putting in his head again, "there's just one thing I'd like to say." She made an eager step towards him. "Do say it my darling say all that is in your heart." "Oh it's not much it's only God help poor Tuss." And that was the last of him. She heard him chuckling all down the passage; but long before his fly had reached Ullerton he had left off doing that and was moulting again.
No man could do such a thing in these days of rapid locomotion, when every creature is more or less peripatetic; but in that benighted century the distance from Ullerton to Spotswold constituted a day's journey. That Matthew was living in one place while he was supposed to be in another is made sufficiently clear by several passages in his letters, all more or less in the strain of the following:
And I suppose you cheated and tricked me after all?" "Cheated and tricked are hard words, my dear Val," said the Captain, with delightful blandness. "I had as much right to transact imaginary business in the promoting line at Ullerton as you had to visit a fictitious aunt at Dorking. Self-interest was the governing principle in both cases.
I gave him my benediction, and left him smoking some of my tobacco, content with himself and with the world always excepting the authorities, or board, of the almshouses, against whom he appears to nourish a grievance. After leaving him, I walked about Ullerton for an hour or so before returning to my humble hostelry.
Sheldon in the City, when he received a very handsome recompense for his labours at Ullerton, and became repossessed of the extracts he had made from Matthew Haygarth's letters, but not of the same Mr. Haygarth's autograph letter: that document Mr. Sheldon confessed to having mislaid.
The pore simpel ladd arsk'd my pardonn humbly for having mistook me for a gentelman of Ullerton a frend of his father; on wich I gaive him a shillin, and we parted, vastly plesed with eche other; and this is nott the fust time the site of Ullerton fokes has putt me into a swett." Amongst later letters are very sad ones. The little M. is dead.
It was a Goodge who preached in the draper's warehouse, and it was the edifying discourse of a Goodge which developed the piety of Miss Rebecca Caulfield, afterwards Mrs. Haygarth. "That Goodge was my great-uncle," said the courteous Jonah, "and there was no one in Ullerton better acquainted with Rebecca Caulfield. I've heard my grandmother talk of her many a time.
He's in very high feather, riding about in broughams and dining at West-end taverns. He won't be sorry to get rid of me for a short time." "But what'll be your excuse for leaving town? He'll be sure to want a reason, you know." "I'll invent an aunt at Ullerton, and tell him I'm going down to stop with her." You'd better throw him off the scent altogether. Plant your aunt in Surrey say Dorking."
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