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"Miss Wigram coming." "Don't you see?" cried Doris. "She was to spend all yesterday afternoon and evening in seeing two or three people people who know. There is a friend of my uncle's an artist who saw a great deal of Miss Flink, and got to know a lot about her.
It was the envelope with his Scotch address which Arthur had written out for her before leaving home "care of the Lord Dunstable, Franick Castle, Pitlochry, Perthshire, N.B." She had put it in her portfolio, out of which it had no doubt slipped while she was at work. She and Miss Wigram eyed each other. The girl was evidently agitated. But she seemed not to know how to begin what she had to say.
Meadows perhaps most people would think, as of course her father did that I once treated Miss Wigram unkindly!" "Oh, what does it matter?" cried Doris, hastily, "what does it matter? She wants to help she's sorry for you. You should see that woman! It would be too awful if your son was tied to her for life!" She sat up straight, all her soul in her eyes and in her pleasant face.
The gate of the trim front garden swung on its hinges. Doris turned to look. She saw, to her astonishment, that the girl-accountant of the morning, Miss Wigram, was coming up the flagged path to the house. What could she want? "Oh, Mrs. Meadows I'm so sorry to disturb you " said the visitor, in some agitation, as Doris, summoned by Jane, entered the dust-sheeted drawing-room.
A touching proof of the affection and respect which his men had for him was most affectingly illustrated after the battle. There were, as in all armies, ambulance-bearers, whose duty it is to carry in litters the dead and wounded. For fear of desecration it was decided to send back the dead for burial to Jellalabad and beyond, and a litter was sent for Wigram Battye's mortal remains.
But Madame's eyes were dangerous. Doris stepped forward. Her uncle stayed her with a gesture. He himself rose, but Madame fiercely waved him aside. Miss Wigram, in the distance, had also moved forward and paused. "What would she say?" demanded Madame, again at the sword's point. "I I don't know " said young Dunstable, helplessly, still shaking. "I I think she'd laugh."
Rolfe, the name put me out for a moment; but I remember you perfectly, perfectly. It was at the Wigrams'; you played the violin wonderfully! Alma did not much care to be reminded of this. Mr. Wigram, one of her father's co-directors, was lying at this moment in durance vile, and his wife lived somewhere or other on charity. But Mrs.
Beaumont wished to marry her daughter to Sir John Hunter, because Sir John was heir expectant to a large estate, called the Wigram estate, and because there was in his family a certain reversionary title, the earldom of Puckeridge, which would devolve to Sir John after the death of a near relation. In the third place, Mrs.
If you are thinking of taking a holiday soon and care to come down here I shall be pleased to see you. I was very ill with my bronchitis in the winter and Doctor Wigram never expected me to pull through. I have a wonderful constitution and I made, thank God, a marvellous recovery. Yours affectionately, William Carey. The letter made Philip angry. How did his uncle think he was living?
Chonkina! Chonkina! As though in answer to his incantation, Geoffrey suddenly came upon Wigram. Wigram had been a fellow-passenger on board the steamer. He was an old Etonian; and this was really the only bond between the two men. For Wigram was short, fat and flabby, dull-eyed and pasty-faced. He spoke with a drawl; he had literary pretensions and he was travelling for pleasure.
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