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For some reason he seemed to think that my companionship was not very profitable. So it was better, on the whole, that I should see neither you nor him. Amy was wondering whether he had heard of her legacy. He might have been informed by a Wattleborough correspondent, even if no one in London had told him.
Yule's foot was heard on the stairs; he came down slowly, paused in the passage, entered the parlour with his usual grave, cold countenance. Each day Jasper came to inquire of his sisters if they had news from Wattleborough or from Marian Yule. He exhibited no impatience, spoke of the matter in a disinterested tone; still, he came daily. One afternoon he found Dora working alone.
His brother Alfred, in the meantime, had drifted from work at a London bookseller's into the modern Grub Street, his adventures in which region will concern us hereafter. Edmund carried on the Wattleborough business, but with small success.
Maud had walked to Wattleborough, where she would meet Dora on the latter's return from her teaching, and Mrs Milvain sat alone, in a mood of depression; there was a ring at the door-bell, and the servant admitted Miss Harrow.
Luke's, in whose parish it was situated, had objectionable features. Nothing grave could be alleged against Mrs. Turpin, who regularly attended the Sunday evening service; but her husband, a carpenter, spent far too much time at 'The Swan With Two Necks'; and then there was a lodger, young Mr. Rawcliffe, concerning whom Wattleborough had for some time been too well informed.
He looked coldly at her, and said in a distant tone: 'The telegram last night was to tell me that your uncle is dead. 'Dead! 'He died of apoplexy, at a meeting in Wattleborough. I shall go down this morning, and of course remain till after the funeral. I see no necessity for your going, unless, of course, it is your desire to do so. 'No; I should do as you wish.
It's rather miserable selling things one has lived among from childhood. A friend in Wattleborough will house for us what we really can't bear to part with. 'It must be very sad, Marian murmured. 'You know, said the other suddenly, 'that it's my fault the girls are left in such a hard position? Marian looked at him with startled eyes. His tone was quite unfamiliar to her.
Fortunately the relatives were lost sight of in the great crowd of Wattleborough people; there was an enormous procession, of course. Maud kept glancing at her sister. The ill-humour had not altogether passed from her face, but it was now blended with reflectiveness. A few moments more, and Marian had to hasten home. When she was gone the sisters looked at each other.
Milvain and his sisters accepted an invitation to visit friends at Wattleborough, and were out of town about three weeks, the last ten days being passed in the Isle of Wight; it was an extravagant holiday, but Dora had been ailing, and her brother declared that they would all work better for the change. Alfred Yule, with his wife and daughter, rusticated somewhere in Kent.
She brought with her the air of a University; she knew a great number of important people; she had a quiet decision of speech and manner which was found very impressive in Wattleborough drawing-rooms. The headmistress spoke of her in high terms, and the incumbent of St. Luke's, who knew her family, reported that she had always been remarkably clever.
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