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Maxley, seeing her husband set apart a portion of his Welsh rabbit, had "grizzled," and asked what that was for; and being told "for the mouse," and to "mind her own business," had grizzled still more, and furtively conveyed a portion back into the pan for her master's own use.
Dodd looking full at her, and saying interrogatively, "I wonder how that young gentleman could know about your being ill ?" At this Julia eyed her plate very attentively, and murmured, "I believe it is all over the town: and seriously too; so Mrs. Maxley says, for she tells me that in Barkington if more than one doctor is sent for, that bodes ill for the patient."
"Well, what is it Maxley! Rheumatism again?" "No, that it ain't," bellowed Maxley defiantly. "What then? Come, look sharp." "Well, then, doctor, I'll tell you. I'm sore troubled with a mouse." This malady, announced in the tone of a proclamation, and coming after so much solemn preparation, amused the party considerably, although parturient mountains had ere then produced muscipular abortions.
"Why, of course," said Sampson, not knowing the delicate position. "Then ask me in before Mrs. Dodd," murmured Alfred coaxingly. "Oo, ay," said the Doctor knowingly: "I see." Mrs. Maxley was in the dining-room: she had got well of herself, but was crying bitterly, and the ladies would not let her go home yet; they feared the worst and that some one would blurt it out to her.
Hardie, peevishly: "go on: you went to the magistrates, and what then?" Maxley looked up, and seemed to recover the thread: "Why they said 'no, they couldn't send me to the 'sylum, not from home: I must be a pauper first. So then my neighbours they said I had better come to you." And down went his head again. "Well, but," said Mr.
From that hour Skinner was a doomed clerk. It was two o'clock: Hardie had just arrived, and sat in the parlour, Cato-like, and cooking. Skinner was in high spirits: it was owing to his presence of mind the bank had not been broken some hours ago by Maxley. So now, while concluding his work, he was enjoying by anticipation his employer's gratitude.
These sweethearts were not alone, could not open their hearts, must not even gaze too long; yet to be in the same room even on such terms was a taste of Heaven. "But, dear heart!" said Mrs. Maxley, "ye don't tell me what he ailed. Ma'am, if you had seen him you would have said he was taken for death." "Pray what is the complaint?" inquired Mrs. Dodd. "Oh, didn't I tell ye? Poisoned."
"Well, sir," said Maxley despondingly, "I have been to all the other magistrates in the borough; for what with losing my money, and what with losing my missus, I think I bain't quite right in my head; I do see such curious things, enough to make a body's skin creep at times." And down went his head on his chest "Well?" said Mr.
Osmond, "How subtly they reason." Mr. Hardie did not deign to answer his son, who indeed had spoken at him, and not to him. As for poor Maxley, he was in sad and sober earnest, and could not relish nor even take in Alfred's irony. He lifted his head and looked Mr. Hardie in the face. "You be a hard man," said he, trembling with emotion.
Now Maxley was coming down the road, all grizzly and bloodshot, baited by the boys, who had gradually swelled in number as he drew nearer the town. Jane was shocked at their heathenish cruelty, and went off the path to remonstrate with them. On this, Maxley fell upon her, and began beating her about the head and shoulders with his heavy stick.
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