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As he came up the street, Dodd shot out of the bank radiant, and was about to pass him without notice, full of his wife and children; but Maxley stopped him with a right cordial welcome, and told him he had given them all a fright this time. "What, is it over the town already that my ship has been wrecked?" And Dodd looked annoyed. "Wrecked? No; but you have been due this two months, ye know.
He now set to work to do it by degrees. He got the names and addresses, lived on half his income, and paid half away to those creditors: he even asked Julia to try and find Maxley out, and do something for him. "But don't let me see him," said he, trembling, "for I could not answer for myself." Maxley was known to be cranky, but harmless, and wandering about the country. Julia wrote to Mr.
"So not a word to my missus, nor yet to the town-crier," said he. Ten o'clock struck, and the bank shutters remained up. Five minutes more, and the watcher was in agony. Three minutes more, and up came a boy of sixteen whistling, and took down the shutters with an indifference that amazed him. "Bless your handsome face!" said Maxley with a sigh of relief.
"Looks like a ten-pun note, James." "Welt the bulk 'grees with the sample; I knows where to find eightscore and nine to match this here." The note was handed round: and on inspection each countenance in turn wore a malicious smile; till at last Maxley, surrounded by grinning faces, felt uneasy. "What be 'e all grinning at like a litter o' Chessy cats?
Sampson splashed among the ducks, and one of them hid till dinner, the rest were seated at luncheon, when two patients were announced as waiting Mr. and Mrs. Maxley. Sampson refused to see them, on this ground: "I will not feed and heal." But Mrs. Dodd interceded, and he yielded. "Well, then, show them in here. They are better cracters than pashints."
Look here, Maxley, old fellow," said Alfred sarcastically, "you must go to the workhouse, and stay there till you hoe a pauper; take him for a crocodile and kill him; then you will get into an asylum whether the Barkington magistrates like it or not: that is the routine, I believe; and as reasonable as most routine." Dr. Wycherley admired Alfred for this, and whispered Mr.
"For curin a murrderer? Not likely." Mrs. Maxley, who had shown signs of singular uneasiness during Sampson's explanation, now rose, and said in a very peculiar tone she must go home directly. Mrs. Dodd seemed to enter into her feelings, and made her go in the fly, taking care to pay the fare and the driver out of her own purse.
Now dooe give me a bit of that ere, to quiet this here, as eats me up by the roots and sets my missus and me by the ears." "Justum ac tenacem propositi virum," whispered Alfred to Edward. Sampson told him angrily to go to a certain great personage. "Not afore my betters," whispered Mr. Maxley, smit with a sudden respect for etiquette "Won't ye, now?"
Dear heart, what a sight of long words folks puts in a letter, more than ever drops out of their mouths; which their fingers be longer than their tongues, I do suppose." Maxley hailed thus information characteristically. "Then we'll say no more about the halfpenny." At this, Rose raised a lamentable cry, and pearly tears gushed forth.
He says, 'What was the cause?" "Ay, the cause. Just obsairve, jintlemen," said Sampson, addressing imaginary students, "how startled they all are if a docker deviates from profissional habits into sceince, and takes the right eend of the stick for once b' asking for the cause." "The cause was the will of God, I do suppose," said Mrs. Maxley. "Stuff!" shouted Sampson angrily.
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