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There I'm going to be very busy; I've got a cart to load. So now suppose you be off." I shook hands with him and walked away surprised and pleased, but at the same time disappointed, and as I neared the end of the big loft I heard two or three more baskets come rattling down. I felt that I ought to write to my uncles and cousins, and I consulted Mrs Beeton about it.
I never disobeyed an order in my life before, but I can't help myself I can't help myself!" "Brace up!" I cried, seizing him by the shoulders as, still clutching at Nayland Smith, he turned his ghastly face to me. "Who are you, and what's your trouble?" "I'm Beeton, Sir Gregory Hale's man." Smith started visibly, and his gaunt, tanned face seemed to me to have grown perceptively paler.
But listen to this, young lady. If ever again I see you fretting or troubling yourself about your household affairs 'No, no, Frank, I won't! 'Well, if you do, Mrs. Beeton goes into the kitchen-fire. Now remember? 'You are sure you don't envy Mr. Beeton? 'I don't envy a man upon earth. 'Then why should I try to be Mrs. Beeton? 'Why indeed? 'O Frank, what a load off my mind!
Shock put down the barrow; and then his mischief-loving disposition got the better of his sulkiness, and stooping down he astonished me and made Mrs Beeton shriek by taking a leap up the two steps, like a dog, and going on all-fours to the box. "Pray, pray, take him away, Master Dennison!" the poor woman cried in real alarm; "and do, pray, mind yourself the boy's mad!"
"Have any flowers been brought into the room today, Beeton?" "Flowers, sir? Certainly not. Nothing has ever been brought in here but what I have brought myself." "You are certain of that?" "Positive." "Who brought up the meals, then?" "If you'll look into my room here, sir, you'll see that I have enough tinned and bottled stuff to last us for weeks.
"Thank you, sir, and thank God you are here," said Beeton dazedly, and with one hand raised to his head he went, obediently, to the smaller bedroom and disappeared within.
Beeton kept hammers, taps and nuts, lengths of gas-pipes, oil-bottles, and string. 'If I don't have everything just where I know where to look for it, why, then, I can't find anything when I do want it. You've no idea, sir, the amount of little things that these chambers uses up, said Mr. Beeton.
'Sage and onion stuffing? burst in a hoarse murmur from Henry. 'Yes, and large mutton chops, rich in fat 'Dearest, how splendid, whispered Henry. Our lips met in ecstacy. That evening was one of the happiest we have ever spent. Henry and I sat together on the divan and looked at the cookery-book. There was no doubt about it. Henry said, that Mrs. Beeton was a wonderful woman.
"Go into the bathroom and thoroughly wash your hands," was his next order. "Renew the water at least three times." As I turned to fulfill his instructions, for I doubted no longer his deadly earnestness: "Beeton!" he called. Beeton, very white-faced and shaky, came out from the bedroom as I entered the bathroom, and whist I proceeded carefully to cleanse my hands I heard Smith interrogating him.
He had never lain in his bed until to-night, but what with taking no proper food nor sleep, and some secret trouble that was killing him by inches, he collapsed altogether a while ago, and I carried him in and laid him on the bed as I told you. Now he's dead now he's dead." Beeton leant up against the mantelpiece and buried his face in his hands, whilst his shoulders shook convulsively.
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