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Mrs Smith is very kind; she will take off their things for them: they behave better now, when I am out for a few minutes though, to be sure, I never am out much to try them. Come, children; be good, and do not make a great noise till I come back." "What do you want to talk to her for?" asked the little girl, gazing coldly in Miss Wodehouse's face.
Miss Dora at her window beheld the movement with secret horror and apprehension, and took it for some mysterious sign. "I know nothing about Mr Wodehouse's property," said the Curate: "I wish I knew enough law to understand it. He has left no will, I believe;" and Mr Wentworth watched his brother's face with no small interest as he spoke.
On one side of the way Mr Wodehouse's hospitable house, shut up closely, and turning all its shuttered windows to the light, which shone serenely indifferent upon the blank frames, stood silent, dumbly contributing its great moral to the human holiday; and on the other, Elsworthy's closed shop, with the blinds drawn over the cheerful windows above, where little Rosa once amused herself watching the passengers, interposed a still more dreadful discordance.
He went direct to Mr Wodehouse's green door, without making any excuses to himself. For the first time for some weeks he went in upon the sisters and told them all that had happened as of old. Lucy was still in her grey cloak as she had returned from the district, and it was with a feeling more distinct than sympathy that she heard of this threatened attack.
His occupations, in short, both public and private, were overpowering, and he could not tell how he was to get through them; for, in addition to everything else, it was Friday, and there was a litany service at twelve o'clock at St Roque's. So the young priest had little time to lose as he hurried up once again to Mr Wodehouse's green door.
"If you will help me," said Mr Proctor, taking up one of the books and reading the name on it, which was lucky for him, for it was Miss Wodehouse's name, which he either had forgotten or never had known. And here they came to a dead stop. What was she to say?
He addressed his next observation to Mr Morgan, who had just come in. "I saw Mr Wodehouse's death in the 'Times," said Mr Proctor, "and I thought the poor young ladies might feel at least they might think it a respect or, at all events, it would be a satisfaction to one's self," said the late Rector, who had got into a mire of explanation.
He felt that he was vindicating the purity of his profession as he threaded his way through the pathetic hillocks, where the nameless people were lying, to poor Mr Wodehouse's grave.
He went up through the lighted street to the inn, wishing the dinner over, and himself on his way back again to call at Mr Wodehouse's.
It was just at this moment that Mr Wentworth saw Wodehouse's shabby figure entering at the garden-gate; he turned round suddenly without hearing Mrs Hadwin's knock, and all but ran over the old lady in his haste and eagerness "Pardon me; I am in a great hurry," said the Curate, darting past her.
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