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"Lunnon." "Really very likely. By the train or on foot?" "On foot, I s'pose." "Thank you, ma'am. If you should see them again, or hear where they are, oblige me by conveying this card to Mr. Waife. My employer, ma'am, Mr. Gotobed, Craven Street, Strand, eminent solicitor. He has something of importance to communciate to Mr. Waife." "Yes, sir, a lawyer; I understand."
The dog, crouched at his feet, sometimes started up and whined as to attract his notice: he did not heed it. The clock struck six; the house began to stir. The chambermaid came into the room. Waife rose and took his hat, brushing its nap mechanically with his sleeve. "Who did you say was the best here?" he asked with a vacant smile, touching the chambermaid's arm. "Sir! the best what?"
Merle looked aghast at that obstinate silence. At length, but very slowly, as the warning bell summoned him and Sir Isaac to their several places in the train, Waife found voice. "So you too, you too desert and despise me! God's will be done!" He moved away, spiritless, limping, hiding his face as well as he could.
His bill at the cottage made but slight inroad into his pecuniary resources; for in the intervals of leisure from his instructions to Sir Isaac, Waife had performed various little services to the lone widow with whom they lodged, which Mrs.
WAIFE. "DO you think so: you have children of your own, sir? of her age, too? Eh! eh!" MR. HARTOPP. "Yes; I know all about children, better, I think, than Mrs. H. does. What is the complaint?" WAIFE. "The doctor says it is low fever." MR. HARTOPP. "Caused by nervous excitement, perhaps." "Yes: that's what he says, nervous excitement."
The young man, in whose nature lay yet unproved all those grand qualities of heart, without which never was there a grand orator, a grand preacher, qualities which grasp the results of argument, and arrive at the end of elaborate reasoning by sudden impulse, here released Waife's hand, rose to his feet, and, facing Waife, as the old man sat with face averted, eyes downcast, breast heaving, said loftily,
Was he seeking to read in that fair face some likeness to the Darrell lineaments? If he had found it, what then? But when Sophy was gone, Darrell came straight to Waife with a cheerful brow with a kindling eye. "William Losely," said he. "Waife, if you please, sir," interrupted the old man.
Merle found himself a lodging, and cast a horary scheme as to what would happen to Waife and himself for the next three months, and found all the aspects so perversely contradictory, that he owned he was no wiser as to the future than he was before the scheme was cast. George Morley remained in the cottage, stealing up, from time to time, to Waife's room, but not fatiguing him with talk.
Ah but furniture, beds and tables, monstrous dear!" "Oh, no! very little would do at first." "Let us count the money we have left," said Waife, throwing himself down on a piece of sward that encircled a shady mulberry-tree.
Waife is now leaning his face upon his hand, and that face is sadder and more disquieted than it lead been, perhaps, in all his wanderings. His darling Sophy is evidently unhappy.
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