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"The promptness of that reply shows that he does not expect a fortune with Clemmy," thought Mr. Whedell. "He must suspect perhaps already knows the truth," thought Chiffield. "How kind in him to spare me the least humiliation!" "That person is truly rich," continued Mr. Whedell, "rich beyond expression, who brings pure love and exalted virtues into the married state."
"Why, don't you remember, Clemmy, the doctor that you consulted about your hair?" The widow looked the picture of guilelessness as she asked the question. Miss Whedell turned slightly red in parts of her face that were not red before, and involuntarily raised her hands to two heavy braids of hair which fronted each ear, and adjusted them. Then she said, sarcastically: "Mr.
Whedell, not quite so savage as before. "That I have talents, energy, a large business acquaintance," said the cheerful Chiffield. "Humbug!" roared Mr. Whedell. "What is all that stuff good for, without money?" "Not much, I admit," was the conciliatory reply.
He looked appealingly at Maltboy. So did Mrs. Chiffield. "My dear friend," said Mr. Whedell, "I find myself, at an advanced period of life, in this cold world, deserted, penniless. You are the only person living that I can call by the sacred name of friend. I have already experienced your noble bounty in a loan of two hundred dollars."
Quigg on New Year's day, when speaking of this same Whedell, that "somehow debtors always give the cold shoulder to creditors, as if the creditors owed the money." Mr.
It is not pleasant to pursue this painful theme the decline and fall of the Whedell household farther. Whedell and daughter moved to Boston, and became stipendiaries upon a younger brother, who had made a fortune in the upholstery business, and whom Mr. Whedell had always despised; that Mr.
"I am happy to announce," said Quigg, "that the counsel of Mr. Whedell one of the most distinguished ornaments of the bar has now arrived, and will take charge of his client's affairs. "Maltboy," said Matthew, a little flattered with this compliment. "I repeat, that, to those who know the name of Maltboy, no assurance need be given that Mr. Whedell's affairs will be honorably adjusted."
Whedell, taking the hint, came down to business. His affairs were of a kind that were easily settled. He owned nothing except his personal clothing, and a few small articles of furniture. Everything else had been obtained on credit, and either not paid for, or only partly paid for. This statement of affairs occupied one minute. A minute remained, which Mr. Whedell put to good use.
Instead of taking somebody in, you have been taken in yourself." Quigg laughed; and then remembering that a delinquent debtor was before him, assumed his wonted serious aspect. At this allusion, poor Mrs. Chiffield burst into tears again. Mr. Whedell adroitly turned the circumstance to advantage. He pointed to her, and said, "There is my reply."
Clementina watched him narrowly, and thought how nicely she could manage this heavy fellow. "How many times have you been to the Falls?" she asked, when Chiffield had shuffled through the photographs twice. "Three times," said Chiffield, telling a white lie; for he had seen them at morning, noon, and evening on the same day. "And how often have you visited them, Miss Whedell?"
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