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Some men must marry to elevate themselves a little, but when I am in need of that, I hope some one will tell me so I hope some individual will apprise me of the fact. I wish you good morning, Mrs. Waule. Good morning, Mr. Solomon. I trust we shall meet under less melancholy auspices." When Mr.
He seized it now and swept it backwards and forwards in as large an area as he could, apparently to ban these ugly spectres, crying in a hoarse sort of screech "Back, back, Mrs. Waule! Back, Solomon!" "Oh, Brother. Peter," Mrs. Waule began but Solomon put his hand before her repressingly.
Trumbull, that my brother has left his land away from our family?" said Mrs. Waule, on whom, as an unhopeful woman, those long words had a depressing effect. "A man might as well turn his land into charity land at once as leave it to some people," observed Solomon, his sister's question having drawn no answer. "What, Blue-Coat land?" said Mrs. Waule, again. "Oh, Mr.
Featherstone's cough was quiet, Rosamond entered, bearing up her riding-habit with much grace. She bowed ceremoniously to Mrs. Waule, who said stiffly, "How do you do, miss?" smiled and nodded silently to Mary, and remained standing till the coughing should cease, and allow her uncle to notice her. "Heyday, miss!" he said at last, "you have a fine color. Where's Fred?" "Seeing about the horses.
"Peter was a bad liver, and almshouses won't cover it, when he's had the impudence to show it at the last." "And all the while had got his own lawful family brothers and sisters and nephews and nieces and has sat in church with 'em whenever he thought well to come," said Mrs. Waule.
"I could sit up with you to-night, and Jane with me, willingly, and you might take your own time to speak, or let me speak." "Yes, I shall take my own time you needn't offer me yours," said Peter. "But you can't take your own time to die in, Brother," began Mrs. Waule, with her usual woolly tone.
Waule's gig the last yellow gig left, I should think. When I see Mrs. Waule in it, I understand how yellow can have been worn for mourning. That gig seems to me more funereal than a hearse. But then Mrs. Waule always has black crape on. How does she manage it, Rosy? Her friends can't always be dying." "I don't know at all.
Fred's main point of debate with himself was, whether he should tell his father, or try to get through the affair without his father's knowledge. It was probably Mrs. Waule who had been talking about him; and if Mary Garth had repeated Mrs. Waule's report to Rosamond, it would be sure to reach his father, who would as surely question him about it. He said to Rosamond, as they slackened their pace
"I don't mind if I have a slice of that ham, and a glass of that ale, Miss Garth, if you will allow me," he said, coming into the parlor at half-past eleven, after having had the exceptional privilege of seeing old Featherstone, and standing with his back to the fire between Mrs. Waule and Solomon. "It's not necessary for you to go out; let me ring the bell."
Solomon addressed these remarks in a loud aside to Mrs. Waule as he rose to accompany her. Brother Jonah felt himself capable of much more stinging wit than this, but he reflected that there was no use in offending the new proprietor of Stone Court, until you were certain that he was quite without intentions of hospitality towards witty men whose name he was about to bear. Mr.
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