"Good shot!" said he. "Only the best bit's hit his nose and fallen in the mud!"
"There now, Percy, you've choked him, poor darling! How awkward you are!" It was, alas, true! For the indiscriminate shower of crumbs made straight, as is the instinct of crumbs, for the larynx as well as the oesophagus of the hippo, and some of them probably reached his windpipe. At any rate, he coughed violently, and when the larger mammals cough it's a serious matter. The earth shook. He turned away, hurt, and went deliberately into his puddle, reappearing a moment after as an island, but evidently disgusted with Man, and over for the day. "You may as well go on with what you were saying," said Mrs. Pellew.
"Wonder what it was! That fillah's mouth's put it all out of my head. WhatwasI saying?"
"Something about David Wardle."
"Yes. Him and that old uncle of his—the fighting man. The boy can hardly talk about him now, and he wasn't eight when the old chap died. Touchin' story! Hehastold me all he recollects—more than once—but it only upsets the poor boy. I've never mentioned it, not for years now. The old chap must have been a fine old chap. But I've told you all the boy told me, at the time."
"Ye-es. I remember the particulars, generally. You said the row wasn't his fault."
"His fault?—no, indeed! The fellow drew a knife upon him. You know he was that awful miscreant, Daverill. There wasn't a crime he hadn't committed. But old Moses killed him—splendidly! By Jove, Ishouldlike to have seen that!"
"Really, Percy, if you talk in that dreadful way, I won't listen to you."
"Can't help it, my dear, can't help it! Fancy being able to killsuch a damnable beast at a single blow!" The undertone in which Mr. Pellew went on speaking to his wife may have contained some particulars of Daverill's career, for she said:—"Well—I can understand your feeling. But we won't talk about it any more, please!"
Whereto the reply was:—"All right, my dear. I'll bottle up. Suppose we turn round. It's high time to be getting home." So the chairman put energies into a return towards the tunnel. But for all that, the lady went back to the subject, or its neighbourhood. "Wasn't he somehow mixed up with that old Mrs. Alibone at Chorlton—Dave's aunt she is, I believe. At least, he always calls her so."
"Aunt Maria? Of course. Sheishis Aunt Maria. He was—or had been—Aunt Maria's husband. But people said as little about that as they could. He had been an absentee at Norfolk Island—a convict. That old chap she married—old Alibone—- he's the great authority on horseflesh. Tim found it out when they came to Chorlton to stay at the very old lady's—what's her name?"
"Mrs. Marrable." Here Mrs. Pellew suddenly became luminous about the facts, owing to a connecting link. "Of course! Mrs. Marrable was the twin sister."
"A—oh yes!—the twin sister.... I remember ... at least, I don't. Not sure that I do, anyhow!"
"Foolish man! Can't you remember the lovely old lady at Clo Dalrymple's?..."
"Shewasthe one I carried upstairs. I should rather think I did recollect her. She weighed nothing."
"Oh yes—youremember all about it. Mrs. Marrable's twin sister from Australia."
"Of course! Of course! Only I'd forgotten for the moment what it was I didn't remember. Cut along!"
"I was not saying anything."
"No—but you were just going to."
"Well—I was. It washergrave in Chorlton Churchyard."
"That what?"
"That Gwen and our girl went to put the flowers on, three weeks ago."
"By-the-by, when are the honeymooners coming back?"
"The Crespignys? Very soon now, I should think. They were still at Siena when Gwen heard from Dorothy last, and it was unbearably hot, even there."
"I thought Cis wrote to Dolly in Florence."
"Not the last letter. They were at the Montequattrinis' in May.That's what you're thinking of. Cis wrote to her there, then. It was another letter."
"'Spose I'm wrong! I meant the letter where she told how the very old lady walked with them to the grave."
"Old Mrs. Marrable. Yes—and old Mrs. Alibone had to go in the carriage, because of her foot, or something. She has a bad foot. That was in the middle of June.Thatletterwasto Fiesole. You do get so mixed up."
"Expect I do. Fancy that old lady, though, at ninety-eight!"
"Yes—fancy! Gwen said she was just as strong this year as last. She'll live to be a hundred, I do believe. Why—the other old woman at Chorlton is over seventy! Her daughter—or is it niece? I never know...."
"Didn't Cis say she spoke of her as 'my mother'?"
"No—that was the twin sister that died. But she always spoketoher as 'mother.'"
"Oh ah—that was what Cis couldn't make head or tail of. Rather a puzzling turn out! But I say...."
"What?... Wait till we get out of the noise. What were you going to say?"
"Isn't her head rather ... I mean, doesn't she show signs of...."
"Senile decay? No. What makes you think that?"
"Of course,Idon't know. I only go by what our girl said. Of course, Gwen Torrens is still one of the most beautiful women in London—or anywhere, for that matter! And it may have been, nothing but that."
"Oh, I know what you mean now. 'Glorious Angel.' I don't think anything of that.... Isn't that the children there—by the Pelicans?"
It was, apparently. A very handsome young man and a very pretty girl, who must have been only sixteen—as her parents could not be mistaken—but she looked more. Both were evidently enjoying both, extremely; and nothing seemed to be further from their thoughts than losing sight of one another.
Says Mrs. Pellew from her chariot:—"My dear, what an endless time you have been away! I wish you wouldn't. It makes your father so fidgety." Whereupon each of these two young people says:—"It wasn't me." And either glances furtively at the other. No doubt it was both.
"Never mind which it was now, but tell me about old Mrs. Marrable at Chorlton. I want to know what it was she called your Aunt Gwen."
"Yes—tell about Granny Marrowbone," says the young man.
The girl testifies:—"Her Glorious Angel. When we first went into the Cottage. What she said was:—'Here comes my Glorious Angel!' Well!—why shouldn't she?"
"Shealwayscalls her that," says the young man.
"You see, my dear! It has not struck anyone but yourself as anything the least out of the way." Mrs. Pellew then explains to her daughter, not without toleration for an erratic judgment—to wit, her husband's—that that gentleman has got a nonsensical idea into his head that old Mrs. Marrable is not quite.... Oh no—not that she isfailing, you know—not at all!... Only, perhaps, not so clear as.... Of course, very old people sometimes do....
The girl looks at the young man for his opinion. He gives it with a cheerful laugh. "What!—Granny Marrowbone off her chump? As sound as you or I! She's called Lady Torrens her Glorious Angel ever since I can recollect. Oh no—she'sall right." Whereupon Mr. Pellew says:—"I see—sort of expression. Very applicable, as things go. Oh no—no reason for alarm! Certainly not!"
"You know," says the girl, Cis—who is new, and naturally knows things, and can tell her parents,—"you know there is never the slightest reason for apprehension as long as there is no delusion. Even then we have to discriminate carefully between fixed or permanent delusions and...."
"Shut up, mouse!" says her father. "What's that striking?"
The young man looks at his watch—is afraid it must be seven. The elder supposes that some of the party don't want to be late for dinner. The young lady says:—"Well—I got it all out of a book." And her mother says:—"Now, please don't dawdle any more. Go the short way, and see for the carriage." Whereupon the young people make off at speed up the steps to the terrace, and a brown bear on the top of his pole thinks they are hurrying to give him a bun, and is disillusioned. Mr. Pellew accompanies his wife, but as they go quick they do not talk, and the story hears no further disconnected chat. Nor does it hear any more when the turnstiles are passed and the carriage is reached.
Soon out of sight—that carriage! And with it vanishes the last chance of knowing any more of Dave and Dolly and their country Granny. And when the present writer went to look for Sapps Court, he found—as he has told you—only a tea-shop, and the tea was bad.
But if ever you go to Chorlton-under-Bradbury, go to the churchyard and hunt up the graves of old Mrs. Picture and Granny Marrowbone.
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Page 6: impident (square and compact, that chunky and yet that tender, that no right-minded person could desire him to be changed to animpudentyoung scaramouch like young Michael Ragstroar four doors)
Page 55: scarcly (letter remains, and has been seen by the present writer and others. The dexterity of the thing almost passes belief, only a fewscarcelyperceptible traces of the old writing being visible, the length of)
Page 65: mankleshelf (directness. But he was destined to puzzle his audience by his keen interest in something that was on themantleshelf, his description of which seemed to relate to nothing this lady's recollection of)
Page 76: see to the sacks, ("Heseesto the sacks," said Dave.)
Page 84: starn (in your antecedents, surely it would be these two leisurely rowers and the superior person in thestern, with the oilskin cape?)
Page 139: bliassed (want of shrewdness when he visited Sapps Court. She had beenbiasedtowards this suspicion by the fact that the man, when he first referred to Sapps Court, had spoken the name as though)
Page 277: backelors (it any hinterland of discussion of the ethics of Love, provocative of practical application to the lives of old maids and oldbachelors—if the one, then the other, in this case—strolling in a leisurely)
Page 320: [blank] (property did a man's heart good to see, nowadays. The man was Uncle Mo, who got out of the houseinplenty of time to stop Michael half-murdering the marauder, as soon as he considered the latter)
Page 346: infaturated (If I had ever been engaged, or on the edge of it—I never have, really and truly!—and theinfatuatedyouth had ... had complicated matters to that extent, I never should have been able to)
Page 360: up up (premises it was engendered in, was necessary to hold the roof upuptempory, for fear it should come with a run. It was really a'most nothing in the manner of speaking. You just shoved a)
Page 374: frostis (through, and setting alight to a bit of fire now and again, and the season keeping mild and favourable, with only lightfrostsin the early morning—only what could you expect just on to Christmas?—there)
Page 403: kncoked (The ex-convict watched him out of sight, and thenknockedat the door, and waited. The woman inside had been listening to)
Page 413: financée (to his sister Irene one of the long missives he was given to sending to hisfiancéein London. It was just such a late October day as the one indirectly referred to above; in fact, it)
Page 434: ather ("You mean, you can manage your Bull, andfathercan't. Is that it?" Assent given. "And how can you manage your)
Page 580: [blank] (who had charge of Dave—Strides Cottage, of course! I'm sure she'llbeall right as far as that goes. But the whole thing is soodd.... Stop a minute!—perhaps the best way would be for me)
Page 615: Egnland.... (you dead. For years she believed you and her sister dead. And when she returned toEngland....")
Page 717: acompany (the last. She then re-enveloped the letter, much pleased with the result, and wrote a short note in pencil toaccompanyit; then hunted up an envelope large enough to take both, and directed)
Page 732: Gwenn ("'Made it like then?'"Gwenwas not sure she followed this.)
Page 740: mmama (mean—so long as they think I think it was. That's the point. Now, the question is, did or did not my superiormammadescend on yourcomme-il-fautparent to drum this idea into him, and get)
Page 756: differnece (she had loved ungrudgingly throughout. Nor was it only this. It palliated her son's crimes. But then there was adifferencebetween the son and the father. The latter had apparently done nothing)
Page 799: Phooebe is so kind, to take every little word I say. ("My dear, I am giving a world of trouble," she said. "ButPhoebeis so kind, to take every little word I say.")
Page 845: spech. "What the Hell," he repeated, (what he sought—her letter, which she recognised—and opened it before he finished hisspeech. "What the Hell," he repeated, "is the meaning ofthis?" He read it in a vicious undertone, biting)