Chiswick (London, England) -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Terrace houses -- Fiction
Caroline was much moved. "I’m glad my first visit bore such good
fruit," she said patronisingly. Then seeing with what extreme
difficulty the poor old man walked, and not to be outdone by a mere chit
of a girl, she said to Jack, "Give me your other arm." And so Jack was
slowly escorted towards Doctor Sternroyd’s house, while the Walk looked
on and admired.
The Walk was puzzled. Here was the Eyesore, suddenly grown very old,
being led into one of their houses, and the Admiral uttered no protest!
As a matter of fact the Admiral was too much occupied in mastering his
desire to laugh, to move from his seat. The rest of the Walk felt that
Caroline was the common enemy, and even the Eyesore sank into secondary
importance.
For all but Basil. Basil, who had watched the entire adventure from his
window, nearly spoilt the whole thing. He had seen the Eyesore run
away—yet here was the Eyesore—!
"But the Eyesore ran away! Who’s—?" he shouted.
Sir Peter recovered breath enough to gasp, "Hold your tongue!"
"Well, but, Doctor Sternroyd—" protested Basil.
"Hold your silly tongue, sir!" cried the Doctor to Basil’s infinite
amazement.
Jack disappeared into the Antiquary’s house and the Antiquary himself
stood at the door waving his umbrella like a sword. Caroline turned to
Marjolaine. "You’re a good little girl," she said, kindly. "Here’s a
six-penny bit." Marjolaine, quite equal to the occasion, received it
with a fourth curtsey, and a modest "Thank you, my Lady."
I think Caroline had some idea of following into Doctor Sternroyd’s
house to see that her ancient _protégé_ was well bestowed, but just as
she got to the gate the Doctor slammed the door violently in her face;
and the whole Walk took its cue from him, so that as Caroline passed
along the Walk haughtily tossing her head, every window was closed with
a bang, and every door was slammed with a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
And Marjolaine and the Admiral sat under the tree and shouted with
laughter!
*CHAPTER XI*
*POMANDER WALK TAKES A DISH OF TEA*
[Illustration: Chapter XI headpiece]
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