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And how get away from them in the morning? She was pushed into a kitchen and bidden to wash up some cups and saucers. "And woe betide you if you break one of them!" said Mrs. Bosher, her bonnet nodding so strangely that it seemed to be the speaker rather than its wearer. Juliet was so fearful lest she might let slip a cup or saucer that she spent about half an hour in washing the crockery.
Mr Bosher, of the Church of the Whited Sepulchre. The drawing-room of 'The Cave' was now elaborately furnished. A large mirror in a richly gilt frame reached from the carved marble mantelpiece to the cornice. A magnificent clock in an alabaster case stood in the centre of the mantelpiece and was flanked by two exquisitely painted and gilded vases of Dresden ware.
"I'll crack your skull, Bosher," said Telson, indignantly, handing the diary across to Parson and pointing to the passage. "` And Telson is the most conceited ignorant schoolhouse frog I ever saw at breakfast got thirty lines for gross conduct with the abominable King." "There!" exclaimed Telson, in a red heat; "what does he mean by it?
"Please give it up," pleaded Bosher, but he was immediately sat upon by his outraged companions, and forced to listen to the rest of the chronicle. "`Wyndham hath not found his knife. I grieve for Wyndham thinking Cusack and the little Welchers to be the thiefs. I smile when Cusack goes to prison in the Parliament a gross speech is made by Riddell I reply in noble speech for the Radicals."
Gussie's face twisted. "We did, little swine that we were. Instead of remaining silent and exhibiting a decent sympathy for a gallant officer at a peculiarly embarrassing moment, we howled and yelled with mirth. I loudest of any. That is what will happen to me this afternoon, Bertie. It will be a judgment on me for laughing like that at Major-General Sir Wilfred Bosher." "No, no, Gussie, old man.
"Hullo, you two!" exclaimed he. "Guessed I'd find you here. Such a lark!" "What is it?" asked the two friends, delighted with any diversion. "Why," exclaimed the delighted King, "you know Bosher?" "What about him? What's he done?" "Guess." "It's not he that cut the rudder-line, is it?" asked Telson. "No, of course not. But, just fancy, he keeps a diary!"
Juliet could not get out until her jailer chose to release her. As soon as Mrs. Bosher opened the house-door, or sent her out for water, or for a cabbage, or to hang up wet linen, she would make off and run away somewhere. Not through the wood, lest the awful brother might be there again, and the utmost rigour of the law prosecute the trespasser; but somewhere, anywhere.
That'll show up his jolly gross conduct, eh?" "No, no!" cried Bosher. "Give it up, you fellows; it's mine. Don't be cads, I say; it's private." And he made a wild dash for his treasure. But it was no use. Parson gravely addressed his prisoner. "Look here, young Bosher, it's no use making a row. We must look at the diary to see if you're really a Radical or not.
To find Parson, Bosher, King, and Co. standing up in defence of Riddell against them was a phenomenon so wonderful, when they came to think of it, that they were inclined to imagine they themselves were the only sane boys left out of a house of lunatics. And this was the only consolation that mixed with the affair at all. As to these juniors, they had far more to think about.
Mr Bosher, a number of the rich, semi-imbecile old women who had helped to open the Labour Yard, and several other 'ladies'. Some of these were the district visitors already alluded to, most of them the wives of wealthy citizens and retired tradesmen, richly dressed, ignorant, insolent, overbearing frumps, who after filling themselves with good things in their own luxurious homes went flouncing into the poverty-stricken dwellings of their poor 'sisters' and talked to them of 'religion', lectured them about sobriety and thrift, and sometimes gave them tickets for soup or orders for shillingsworths of groceries or coal.
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