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Alfred saw her on the stairs, and at sight of her pale, agitated face flew to her. She held out both hands piteously to him: "O Alfred!" "Good news!" he panted. "He is alive Maxley has seen him I have seen him he will be here directly my own love, dry your eyes calm your fears he is safe he is well: hurrah! hurrah!"
She blushed at herself afterwards, but at the time she was thinking only of him. Maxley and his wife came up in the evening with a fee. They had put their heads together, and proffered one guinea. "Man and wife be one flesh, you know, Doctor," said the rustic miser. Sampson, whose natural choler was constantly checked by his humour, declined this profuse proposal. "Here's vanity!" said he.
'I'll steal a march on t'other miser, sis he; and that's you: t' his brain flew the strychnine: his brain sint it to his spinal marrow: and we found my lorrd bent like a bow, and his jaw locked, and nearer knowin the great secret than any man in England will be this year to live: and sairves the assassinating old vagabin right." "Heaven forgive you, Doctor," said Mrs. Maxley, half mechanically.
"There, there!" said Maxley, deprecatingly; "here's two apples for ye; ye can't get them for less: and a halfpenny or a haporth is all one to you, but it is a great odds to me. And apples they rot; halfpence don't." It was now nine o'clock. The bank did not open till ten; but Maxley went and hung about the door, to be the first applicant.
"Well, well," said Mr. Hardie, "I'll give you an order for the Union." "What, make a pauper of me?" "I cannot help it," said the magistrate: "it is the routine; and it was settled at a meeting of the bench last month that we must adhere to the rule as strictly as possible; the asylum is so full: and you know, Maxley, it is not as if you were dangerous."
Maxley out of my window tell Sarah I am losing my colour. Am I? But what does it matter? I am losing my sense; for I catch myself for ever looking in the glass, and that is a sure sign of a fool, you know. And I cannot pass the shops: I stand and look in, and long for the very dearest silks, and for diamonds in my hair."
When Jane left him to intercede for him, a young man joined him, and was now comforting him with kind words, and trying to get him to smoke a cigar; and this good-hearted young gentleman was the banker's son in the flesh, and his opposite in spirit, Mr. Alfred Hardie. Finding these two in contact, the Doctors interchanged demurest glances. Mr. Hardie asked Maxley sullenly what he wanted of them.
Come, you know there is no limit to your skill and good nature: you cured Spot of the worms, cure poor old Maxley of his snakes: oblige me." "That I will, Mr.
He resumed his gravity and his theme all in an instant. "White arsenic she won't look at for I've tried her; but they tell me there's another sweetmeat come up, which they call it striek nine" "Hets! let the poor beasty alone. Life's as sweet tit as tus." "If you was a gardener, you'd feel for the bulbs, not for the varmin," remonstrated Maxley rather arrogantly.
A good deal of this was unintelligible to Alfred, but the advice seemed good advice generally does when it squares with our own wishes. He thanked Maxley, left him, made a hasty toilet, and ran to Albion Villa. Sarah opened the door to him in tears.
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