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Wigram did not hesitate now to still the pain of the neuritis which tormented him; and that, with the constant shaking of his palsied limbs, was gradually exhausting him. His mind remained clear. Philip and Mrs. Foster nursed him between them.
At that moment the King came down the gangway he was in Field-Marshal's uniform followed by his suite, including Lord Stamfordham, Sir Derek Keppel, Lieutenant-Colonel Clive Wigram, and Major Thompson. I started turning as he stepped on the shores of France. He gravely saluted. Passing close by he reviewed the guard of honour, giving them a word of praise as he went.
Rachel, metaphorically, sits on a stool and tries to please. To put off 'the Duke' by telephone! what a horrid indignity! But I've just inflicted it." Mattie Field smiled, and was just going away when she was arrested by a timid question from Doris. "Please shall Arthur go down to Pitlochry and engage a room for Miss Wigram?" Miss Field turned in amusement. "A room! Why, it's all ready!
"Lord Dunstable has been so kind," whispered Miss Wigram. "He said I must always henceforth look upon him as a kind of guardian. Of course I should never let him give me a farthing!" "Why no, that's the kind of thing one couldn't do!" said Doris with decision. "But there are plenty of other ways of being nice.
The lawyer I recommended to the lady was both an honest and a clever fellow; and he represented so forcibly to old Wigram the consequences of his having his fraud brought to light in a court of equity, that he made him soon agree to a private reference.
Patterson had drawn nearer to the performers. His red face and his grim smile were tokens of what he would have described as pleasurable anticipation. Wigram, too, his flabby visage paler than ever, his large eyes bulging, and his mouth hanging open, gazed as in a trance. He had whispered to Geoffrey, "I've seen the danse du ventre at Algiers, but this beats anything."
They were no good, these white men who had pawned their lives to yellow girls. They were the failures, the ratés. Geoffrey had heard of promising young officers in India who had married native women and who had had to leave the service. He had done the same. Better go gay in the tea-houses with Wigram. He was the husband of a coloured woman. And then the crowd of half-caste brats?
Tilly's description of the Bishop in his voyages: 'My acquaintance with the late Bishop Patteson began at Port Patteson, in the Banks Islands, in 1861. He went with us in H.M.S. "Cordelia" to the Solomon Islands, and after being together some two months we again left him at Port Patteson on our way back to Auckland. Wigram, and the size, internal arrangements, &c. were told me by him.
Wigram was more anxious not to do wrong than to do right, and he never hazarded a definite opinion if he could help it. He had practised at Blackstable for five-and-thirty years. He had the reputation of being very safe, and many of his patients thought it much better that a doctor should be safe than clever.
"What chance is there of saving my son?" she said, peremptorily. "You will, of course, tell us all you know. Lord Dunstable must go to town at once." She touched an electric bell beside her. "Oh no!" cried Doris, springing up. "He mustn't go, please, until we have some more information. Miss Wigram is coming this afternoon." Rachel Dunstable stood stupefied with her hand on the bell.
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