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What a pity it was that Colonel Crofton had not had a fairy godmother! His only sister had been left £3,000 a year by a godmother, and she lived the agreeable life so many Englishwomen of her type and class live on the Continent.
When he had first met her in Egypt she had been the young, very pretty wife of Colonel Crofton, an elderly "dug-out," odd and saturnine, whose manner to his wife was not always over-kindly. No one out there had been much surprised when she had decided to brave the submarine peril and return to England.
Enid Crofton uttered the words with a touch of almost angry excitement. Then, perhaps seeing that the other was very much surprised, she said more quietly: "The inquest was a purely formal affair the Coroner himself told me that there must always be an inquest when a person died suddenly."
And now poor Josephine and her kittens were to be banished to the old stable, and to-morrow driven back ignominiously to Epsom, all because of that tiresome, hateful Mrs. Crofton! There was no one in the kitchen, and it did not look as tidy as it generally looked; though the luncheon things had been washed up, they had not been put away.
Phil kissed him: and when Hugh looked up in surprise, Phil's eyes were full of tears. "Now I have a good mind to ask you," said Hugh, "something that has been in my mind ever since." "Ever since when?" "Ever since I came to Crofton. What could be the reason that you were not more kind to me then?" "I! Not kind?" said Phil, in some confusion. "Was not I kind?" "No. At least I thought not.
He waited in the passage till Susan carried in the fish, when he entered behind her, and slipped to the window till the party took their seats, when he hoped Mr Tooke would not observe who sat between Agnes and his father. But the very first thing his father did was to pull his head back by the hair behind, and ask him whether he had persuaded Mr Tooke to tell him all about the Crofton boys.
I know people think it wrong to use capital, but the War has changed everything, including money, and one simply can't get along at all without paying out sums which before the War would have seemed dreadful." "That's very true," said Miss Crofton finally. Enid, feeling on sure ground now, went on: "Why, I had to pay a premium of £200 for the lease of this little house.
It had filled his mind, subconsciously, ever since he had slipped quickly in front of his brother Jack to open the front door to Mrs. Crofton, a couple of hours ago. Mrs. Crofton was very much of a town lady, and she had actually been accompanied, during her short progress through the dark village, by her parlourmaid.
Thence homewards, and at the Mitre met my uncle Wight, and with him Lieut.-Col. Baron, who told us how Crofton, the great Presbyterian minister that had lately preached so highly against Bishops, is clapped up this day into the Tower. Which do please some, and displease others exceedingly. Home and to bed.
"Agnes has taken more pains to keep the secret than her papa," said Mrs Proctor. "The secret is, that Hugh is going to Crofton next month." "Am I ten, then?" asked Hugh, in his hurry and surprise. "Scarcely; since you were only eight and a quarter yesterday afternoon," replied his father. "I will tell you all about it by-and-by, my dear," said his mother.
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