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Alison showed her roses to the wife of the East India man and to a kinsman, Mr. Munro Touris, from Inverness way. Mr. Touris addressed himself with his careful smile to Alexander. "Good day, Glenfernie! This, Mr. Goodworth, is a good neighbor of mine, Mr. Jardine of Glenfernie. Alexander, Mr. Goodworth is art and part of the East India. You have met Mr. Wotherspoon before, I think?
Archibald Touris stopped short and, with his back to this structure, faced the company with him, brought thus to a halt. He looked at them with a carefully composed countenance. "I am sure, Munro, that Ian Rullock 'watered the gunpowder, as you cleverly say. Boys, ma'am" to Mrs. Goodworth "are, as your husband remarks, romantic simpletons. No one takes them and their views of life seriously.
Goodworth had heard them, the probability is that he would instantly have lost his temper, and soused his grandson head over ears in the bath. Not one of these ideas occurred to Mrs. Thorpe, who possessed no ideas. But she had certain substitutes which were infinitely more useful in the present emergency: she had instincts.
Thorpe, looking and speaking straight at the portrait of the Reverend Aaron Yollop. "You can't fob me off with long words, which I don't understand, and which I don't believe you can find in Johnson's Dictionary," continued Mr. Goodworth doggedly. "You would do much better to take my advice, and let Zack go to church, for the present, at his mother's knees.
"I'll be hanged, if I don't want to go to bed too!" soliloquized the old gentleman under his breath, "and get to to-morrow, and have my 'Times' at breakfast. I'm as bad as Zack, every bit!" "Grandpapa," continued the child, more wearily than before, "I want to whisper something in your ear." Mr. Goodworth bent down a little.
Snoxell had been specially directed by the housemaid to distribute his three umbrellas in the following manner: the new silk umbrella was to be given to Mr. and Mrs. Thorpe; the old silk umbrella was to be handed to Mr. Goodworth, Mrs. Thorpe's father; and the heavy gingham was to be kept by Snoxell himself, for the special protection of "Master Zack," aged six years, and the only child of Mr.
Thorpe, when his wife closed the door, carefully looked down the open page on his knee for the place where he had left off found it referred back a moment to the last lines of the preceding leaf and then went on with his book, not taking the smallest notice of Mr. Goodworth.
Well, as a movement it's over.... And the dead are dead, and the scarred and impoverished will have to pick themselves up." "Quite so. Is there any immediate helping hand?" "King Louis gives a pension. It's not much, but it keeps one from starving. And as for you, I've in keeping a packet for you from England. It reached me through Goodworth, the India merchant.
Thorpe's father, shall not prevent me from solemnly recording my abhorrence of such awful infidelity as I believe to be involved in the words you have just spoken! My religious convictions recoil " "Stop, sir!" said Mr. Goodworth, seriously and sternly. Mr. Thorpe obeyed at once.
Goodworth poured himself out a glass of sherry, made a remark on the weather, and soon resumed his cheerful, everyday manner. But he did not forget the pledge that he had given to Mr. Thorpe. From that time forth, he never by word or deed interfered again in his grandson's education. While the theory of Mr.
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