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He spent the evening in doing the little services that must be done when there is death, and found relief for his mind in doing them. "I told the servants," he said, looking up from a letter he was writing. "Old Widger wanted to see you!..." "Poor Widger," she said. "He and Ninian were so fond of each other!" She got up and went to the door. "I must go and say something to him," she said.
The first glance at Madame Widger at once scattered again all his dreams of love and of happiness with that potent and fearful female. He encountered a cadaverous bony-looking woman, very tall, very old, though with hair still black; with grey eyes, and false gleaming teeth. She was attired in calico; quality, ten cents a yard; appearance, dirty.
To insure the posting of these in proper order, he had marked the dates in pencil on the envelopes in the corner usually occupied by the postage-stamp, so that when the latter was affixed the figures would be concealed. He explained the arrangement to Mrs. Widger, who promised that his instructions should be faithfully carried out.
But Old Widger did not know why he had behaved in that fashion, nor did any one in Boveyhayne. "Don't seem no sense in it," he said, but nevertheless he did it, and nothing on earth would have prevented him from doing it. It was the custom.... But there was no custom in London. There were no habits, no traditions, nothing to hold on to in times of crisis or distress.
Carefully conning the handbill as they slowly departed from the august realm of the Madame, the seekers of magic for the lowest cash price read the following particulars: “Madame Widger was born with this wonderful gift of revealing the destinies of man, and she has revealed mysteries that no mortal knew.
MADAME WIDGER, No. 3 FIRST AVENUE. Madame Widger came from Albany to this city about four years ago, and at once set up as an “Astrologer.” She has been a “witch” for a great many years, and has, directly and indirectly, done about as much mischief as it is possible for one person to accomplish in the same length of time.
"Men haven't all the same gifts. Now you'll hardly believe what happened to me the only time I ever took a sea trip." "No?" politely queried Cai. "I was sick," said Mr Widger, in a tone of vast reminiscent surprise. "It does happen sometimes." "Yes," repeated Mr Widger, "sick I was. It took place in Plymouth Sound: and you don't catch me tryin' the sea again."
He signed himself, "Your affectionate Father, Henry Quinn." And so Henry had gone that Easter to Boveyhayne, where Mrs. Graham and her daughter Mary lived. Ninian and he had travelled by train to Whitcombe where they were met by old Widger and driven over hilly country to Boveyhayne.
He stood at the foot of the stairs, listening, but there was no need of him. He turned away, and as he did so, Widger came into the hall. The old man stood for a moment or two without speaking. Then he made a suppliant movement with his trembling hands. "It b'ain't true!..." he mumbled thickly. "Yes, Widger," Henry answered, "it is." The old man turned away.
He accordingly detailed, with wonderful exactness, the perils encountered by a certain canal-boat of his, “loaded principally with butter and cheese,” during a dangerous voyage from Albany to New York, and which was finally brought safely to a secure harbor by the power of the Widger, which circumstance had made him her slave for life.
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