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Next moment he was in the street hastening he knew not whither; but following the old and well-known route to Beverly Square. When Willie Willders knocked at Tom Tippet's door, at the top of the house, a rich jovial bass voice cried, "Come in."
It is a remarkable fact that Frank Willders took an early walk, as frequently as possible, in Kensington Gardens, near the pond, after this conversation with his brother, and it is a still more remarkable fact, that he always felt like a guilty man on these occasions, as if he were taking some mean advantage of some one; yet it was certain that he took advantage of no one, for nobody ever met him there by any chance whatever!
"That you, Willders?" said Sam, a quiet smile of recognition playing on his good-humoured features. "I thought it must be the giant they're exhibitin' in Saint James's Hall just now, takin' a stroll at night to escape the boys. Why, when do you mean to stop growing?"
"Master Willders," said Hopkins, ushering him into the presence of Mr Auberly, who still sat at the head of the couch. Willie nodded to Loo and then to her father. "Boy," said the latter, beckoning Willie to approach, "my daughter wishes me to go and visit a poor family near London Bridge. She tells me you know their name and address." "The fairy, you know," said Loo, explaining.
Here Willie explained in a very elaborate manner that a note had arrived that forenoon from Miss Tippet, inviting Mr Tippet to tea the following evening, and expressing a hope that he would bring with him his clerk, "Mister" Willders, the brother of the brave fireman who had saved Loo's life, and that Miss Louisa Auberly was to be there, and that Mr Tippet had written a note accepting the same.
She forebore to question him that night, however. When Willie appeared next morning or rather, the same morning, for it was nearly four o'clock when he went to bed he found his mother sitting by the fire knitting a sock. Mrs Willders was a widow, and was usually to be found seated by the fire, knitting a sock, or darning one, or mending some portion of male attire.
But his spirit is not much improved, I fear. `Sit down, Mr Willders, he said. `I asked you to call in reference to a matter which I think it well that the parties concerned should understand thoroughly.
"What did you say, boy?" "Willders," replied Willie stoutly. "Then you're not the other boy," said Mr Auberly, laying down his pen, and regarding Willie with a frown. "Please, sir," replied Willie, with a look of meekness which was mingled with a feeling of desperation, for his desire to laugh was strong upon him, "please, sir, I don't rightly know which boy I am." Mr Auberly paused for a moment.
Just then, Frank came up to the superintendent. "There's gunpowder in the back-shop somewhere, I'm told, sir; shall I go in for it?" "No, Willders; you couldn't find it in the smoke. Take the branch, lad, and get up into that window above the door." Frank sprang to obey. At the same time, Mr Braidwood suddenly seized a horse-cloth, and dashed in through the smoke.
Willie Willders nodded his head approvingly, and, being exasperated into a savage serio-comic condition, as well by the Eagle's voice and aspect as by her sentiments, he said that she was quite right, and that if he were a lady like her he would hold the same opinions, because then, said he, "being stout, I could wallop my husband an' keep him down, an' the contrast of his ugly face with mine would not be so obvious."
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