A hostile crowd had collected, but George took no heed of anyone; not
even the Wallower in Wealth who sought ineffectually to obtain
possession of the musical box by force and without payment. The unhappy
Dyer had his eyes opened to the exceeding perfidy of his lodger, but he
dared not open his mouth as well.
The following day bills were posted about the neighbourhood, announcing
a sale to be held at short notice, in the market hall of the town, of
the valuable furniture and remarkable antiquities formerly in the
possession of Captain Francis Drake, by order of the Executor of the
will of Mrs. Drake deceased.
"I'm sorry for Aunt Sophy, but she ought to have kept out of bad
company," was George's only comment.
CHAPTER XX
THE GLEANERS
When Bessie and Robert returned to Highfield; when the people discovered
how the light railway, which originally had been a matter of
electricity, and then had degenerated into an affair of steam, was in
fact a proposal of gas entirely; when Windward House remained empty and
unswept, with the giant tortoise lord of the manor; and when the
niggardly Dyer was attacked on all sides as the confederate of the
public enemy--there unfortunately existed no genius of the lamp
competent to continue the parochial record from the point where Captain
Drake had closed it. Genii of the lantern undoubtedly did exist, and
these made another story, a kind of fairy tale, which was not told
outside the village. All the water was spilt near the pump. Nobody took
part in the revolution which followed, causing an alteration in the
landscape; at least nobody in particular; but there was not a man,
woman, or child of destructive age who did not give a hand towards the
general rubbing of the lamp. When the furniture failed to arrive at the
banks of the Drivel, and inquiry elicited the fact that all had passed
into the hands of dealers, Kezia fell into a state of melancholy which
not even her favourite Sunday walk around the cemetery was able to
relieve; and when the cruel truth of George's unassailable title to
Windward House was broken gently room by room, despondency increased
upon her to such an extent that she actually paid a visit to the
electric theatre.
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