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Carved and upholstered Chair. Hardwick Hall. Chair upholstered in Spitalfields silk. Knole, Sevenoaks. There is still preserved in a lumber room one of the old benches of seventeenth century work now replaced in the hall by modern folding chairs. This is of oak, with turned skittle-shaped legs slanting outwards, and connected and strengthened by plain stretchers.
As soon as Jim had eaten his supper, and Mike's wife had put up for him food enough to last him and such accessions to his party as he expected to secure during the night, and supplied him abundantly with wrappings, he went to the stable, mounted the low, strong wagon before which Mike had placed the horse, and with a hearty "good luck to ye!" from the Irishman ringing in his ears, started on the road to Sevenoaks.
"Have you recently visited the cemetery at Sevenoaks?" "I have, sir." "Did you see the grave of your sister-in-law?" "I did." "Was there a headstone upon the grave?" "There was a humble one." "What inscription did it bear?" "Jane Kendrick, wife of Paul Benedict." "When and where did you see your brother first, after your separation?" "Early last summer at a place called Number Nine."
There's more pluck in his old shoes than you can find in all the men of Sevenoaks put together. And he's as tender Oh, Mrs. Snow! Oh, girls! He's as tender as a baby just as tender as a baby! He has said to me the most wonderful things! I wish I could remember them. I never can, and I couldn't say them as he does if I could.
I thus wasted much time, and wandered many miles out of my way; wherefore, to put an end to these futile ramblings, I set my face westward, hoping to strike the highroad somewhere between Tonbridge and Sevenoaks; determined rather to run the extra chance of capture than follow haphazard these tortuous and interminable byways.
Now tell me whether the Paul Benedict you knew was the only man of the name who has lived in Sevenoaks since you have lived in Number Nine?" "He was the only one I ever hearn on. He was the one as invented Belcher's machines, any way. He's talked about 'em with me a thousand times." "Is he in the room?" "Mostly," said Jim, with his bland smile. "Give me a direct answer, now."
One morning, after he had gone over his house for the thousandth time, and mounted to the cupola for a final survey, he started for Sevenoaks to make his arrangements for the transportation of the furniture.
Belcher with Benedict's insanity, of the escape of the latter from the poor-house, and of the long and unsuccessful search that had been made for him. He spent a delightful week among his friends in the old village, learned about Jim Fenton and the way to reach him, and on a beautiful spring morning, armed with fishing tackle, started from Sevenoaks for a fortnight's absence in the woods.
Fanny sprang to her feet and caught at her companion with impulsive hands, dragging her into the centre of the room. "Nonsense," she said, "you want cheering up far more than I do. Here, gentlemen," she went on, "you perceive a young lady suffering from an attack of the blues. If you will wait two minutes I'll make her face respectable doesn't do to shock Sevenoaks and we will all go to supper.
He says he has lived for years within forty miles of Sevenoaks, and at this late day puts forward his claims. There is nobody in Court, sir. We believe the plaintiff to be a fraud, and this prosecution a put-up job. In saying this, I would by no means impugn the honor of the plaintiff's counsel.
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