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They had arrived on the door steps at the same moment, coming from different directions. Mr. Whedell received Chiffield with his heartiest grip, and inflicted only a mild squeeze on the hand of Maltboy, whose appearance at that time he considered decidedly unfortunate. The father thought he had observed in Clementina signs of preference for that corpulent young lawyer.
Whedell, tossing his double eyeglass up and catching it, as was his custom when exulting. "Your question is a prudent one, and worthy of you. I am happy to inform you that Chiffield is worth one hundred and fifty thousand dollars." Clementina smiled faintly, though she tried to look like a martyr. "I learn this from the tax rolls.
It was always remarked that Quigg put off his slow and stately method of speech, when dealing with obstinate debtors. The terrified Mary lost her presence of mind, and replied; "In the first floor, front." Quigg mounted the stairs with surprising agility, and gave a hard rap at the door of the first floor front. Mr. Whedell said, in a voice calm with despair, "Come in."
That gentleman replied, a little more quickly than was his wont: "A few small, weak houses may go down, perhaps, but the strong ones will weather the storm easy enough. If our establishment could live through 1847, it is in no danger now." "And such was the good fortune of Upjack, Chiffield & Co., I well remember," said Mr. Whedell. Mr.
Whedell proceeded to the apartment where his son-in-law was shut up, and found that individual in a deep fit of meditation. "Thinking and so soon after marriage?" said Mr. Whedell, with a charming smile. "Oh, yes; and I was thinking how much happier is a married man than a bachelor." "You will always think so, I am sure, with my dear Clemmy as your wife. My dear Clemmy!
"Generous father-in-law!" thought Chiffield. "He knows that I am ruined. Yet how nobly he treats me! I may cast away all reserve now." "It would be an affectation, sir," said Chiffield, aloud, "to pretend that I do not understand to whom you refer, my dear father-in-law." "The glorious fellow!" thought Mr. Whedell. "He guesses what I am about to disclose, and yet calls me a dear father-in-law."
He did not deny that he was the counsel and confidential adviser of Mr. Whedell, but rushed up stairs, just in time to receive the falling form of Mrs. Chiffield in his arms. Matthew felt that he had no moral right to clasp that burden of loveliness; but he took it tenderly in his arms, and followed Mr. Whedell into the room which father and daughter had just left.
Whedell left his seat by Chiffield, and took the one just vacated by his daughter. Matthew received him with the diplomatic courtesy due to the parent of one's enchantress, and made a well-meant if not novel remark on the state of the weather. Mr. W. was always disputatious on that subject and then passed to the consideration of national politics.
As he passed into the entry, he bowed coldly to the lady of his heart, and drew from her a scarcely perceptible nod. At this moment, a valuable thought occurred to the paternal Whedell. "My dear Maltboy," said he, closing the parlor door, "excuse the abruptness of the question; but could you lend me a couple of hundred?" The question was indeed abrupt, but not altogether unexpected. Mr.
Maltboy must feel much flattered at being compared with a notorious quack." Mrs. Frump, with a laugh spreading all over her gentle face, replied: "Oh! of course you call him a quack, because he could not save your " "You are rude, madam," said Miss Whedell, with emotion. "And you are silly, miss," retorted Mrs. Frump, still smiling, "to take offence at nothing."
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