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Oh, dear me, he frowned, and waved the subject away from him impatiently, with a wan, pale hand. After supper, I made an unpleasant discovery. Not having completely finished the unpacking of my boxes, I left Miss Jillgall and Eunice in the drawing-room, and went upstairs. In half an hour I returned, and found the room empty. What had become of them?
Tenbruggen, as facetious as ever, made a grateful return for a small compliment. She chucked Miss Jillgall under the chin, with the air of an amorous old gentleman expressing his approval of a pretty servant-girl. It was impossible to look at the two, in their relative situations, without laughing. But Mrs. Tenbruggen failed to cheat me into altering my opinion of her.
"Certainly not!" I said. She put her arms round my neck. "Do you say that," she asked, "to make my mind easy? or do you say it on your word of honor?" "On my word of honor." We arrived at the church. Let Miss Jillgall describe the marriage, in her own inimitable way. "No wedding breakfast, when you don't want to eat it.
I now knew all that I wanted to know about this alarming person, excepting one last morsel of information which my father had strangely forgotten. "We have been talking about the lady for some time," I said; "and you have not yet told me her name." Father looked a little embarrassed "It's not a very pretty name," he answered. "My cousin, my unfortunate cousin, is Miss Jillgall."
People who can enjoy the melancholy spectacle of human nature in a state of degradation would be at a loss which exhibition to prefer an ugly old maid in a rage, or an ugly old maid in tears. Miss Jillgall presented herself in both characters when she heard what had happened. To my mind, Mrs. Tenbruggen's bosom-friend is a creature not fit to be seen or heard when she loses her temper.
Dunboyne of his son's conduct; repeating, in the plainest language that I could use, what Miss Jillgall had related to me. Arrived at the conclusion, I contrived to make Mr. Gracedieu express himself in these strong terms: "I protest against the marriage in justice to you, sir, as well as to myself. We can neither of us content to be accomplices in an act of domestic treason of the basest kind."
Gracedieu's cousin had better drop the subject, unless she was bent on making her presence in the house unendurable to the Reverend Mr. Gracedieu himself. I write it with a sense of humiliation; Miss Jillgall listened attentively to all I had to say and then took me completely by surprise.
Observing my agitation, Miss Jillgall placed her own construction on it. "Do you know anything bad of Philip?" she asked eagerly. "If it's something that will prevent Helena from marrying him, tell me what it is, I beg and pray." At the same time I was unable to conceal that I was ill at ease, and that it might be well to leave me by myself.
Her friend's name not very attractive to English ears was Mrs. Tenbruggen; they had first become acquainted under interesting circumstances. Miss Jillgall happened to mention that my father was her only living relative; and it turned out that Mrs. Tenbruggen was familiar with his name, and reverenced his fame as a preacher.
One of her funny little eyes persisted in winking at me; and her heavy foot had something to say to my foot, under the table, which meant a great deal perhaps, but which only succeeded in hurting me. My father left us; and Miss Jillgall explained herself.
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