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Lethbury in an improved way of making beef stock, and called her attention to the unhygienic qualities of carpets. She poured out distracting facts about bacilli and vegetable mould, and demonstrated that curtains and picture-frames are a hot-bed of animal organisms.
Such infantile remedies as she absorbed were not potent enough to be perceived beyond the nursery; and when Lethbury could be induced to enter that sanctuary, there was nothing to jar his nerves in the mild pink presence of his adopted daughter. Jars there were, indeed: they were probably inevitable in the disturbed routine of the household; but they occurred between Mrs.
And oh! speak quickly, for here comes Mrs. Petter straight towards us." "I do not like Lethbury," said Mrs. Cristie. Lodloe could have stamped his feet, in the fire of his impatience. "But of me, of myself," he said. "And oh! speak quickly, she is almost here." "Please cease," said Mrs. Cristie; "she will hear you." Mrs. Petter came up panting. "I don't want to interrupt you, Mrs.
He did not go away, and it was not long before it was generally understood in the neighborhood that, at last, he and Calthea Rose were to be married. Shortly after this fact had been made public, Lanigan and Walter Lodloe, who had not seen each other for some days, were walking together on the Lethbury road.
Lethbury, at its close, stole into the library with an air of chastened joy, they stood for a moment without speaking; then Mrs. Lethbury paid a fitting tribute to the proprieties by faltering out: "It will be dreadful to have to give her up " Lethbury could not repress a warning gesture; but even as it escaped him, he realized that his wife's grief was genuine.
Budd seems to come here just as often " "Ah," said Lethbury with heroic indifference; and his wife hastily changed the subject. Mr. Winstanley Budd was a young man who suffered from an excess of manner. Politeness gushed from him in the driest seasons.
Lethbury winced: he had tried, all along, to keep his mind off the question of antecedents. "Well, let her prove it," he said, with a rising sense of exasperation. He wondered how he could ever have allowed himself to be drawn into such a ridiculous business; for the first time he felt the full irony of it.
There was a good deal to be borne in the last days, and the brunt of it fell on Mrs. Lethbury. Jane marked her transition to the married state by an appropriate but incongruous display of nerves. She became sentimental, hysterical and reluctant. She quarrelled with her betrothed and threatened to return the ring. Mrs. Lethbury had to intervene, and Lethbury felt the hovering sword of destiny.
Cristie than he had been when he left the Squirrel Inn, but he now determined, if he saw any reason to suppose that she would accept them, to offer himself and a Lethbury cottage to Mrs. Cristie. He had a good opportunity to think over this matter and come to decisions, for his companion walked half the way home without saying a word. Suddenly Lanigan spoke.
Budd was late; and for five immeasurable minutes Lethbury and Jane faced a churchful of conjecture. Then the bridegroom appeared, flushed but chivalrous, and explaining to his father-in-law under cover of the ritual that he had torn his glove and had to go back for another. "You'll be losing the ring next," muttered Lethbury; but Mr.
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