Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
This was too much for Norman's sternness; and he relented, at least as
far as Mrs. Woodward was concerned. He wrote to say that though he was
still weak, he was not dangerously ill; and that he intended, if nothing
occurred amiss, to be in town about the end of the year. He hoped
he might then see her to thank her for all her kindness. She would
understand that he could not go down to Surbiton Cottage; but as she
would doubtless have some occasion for coming up to town, they might
thus contrive to meet. He then sent his love to Linda and Katie, and
ended by saying that he had written to Charley Tudor to take lodgings
for him. Not the slightest allusion was made either to Gertrude or
Alaric, except that which might seem to be conveyed in the intimation
that he could make no more visits to Hampton.
This letter was very cold. It just permitted Mrs. Woodward to know that
Norman did not regard them all as strangers; and that was all. Linda
said it was very sad; and Gertrude said, not to her mother but to
Alaric, that it was heartless. Captain Cuttwater predicted that he would
soon come round, and be as sound as a roach again in six months' time.
Alaric said nothing; but he went on with his wooing, and this he did
so successfully, as to make Gertrude painfully alive to what would have
been, in her eyes, the inferiority of her lot, had she unfortunately
allowed herself to become the victim of Norman's love.
Alaric went on with his wooing, and he also went on with his
share-buying. Undy Scott had returned to town for a week or two to
wind up the affairs of his expiring secretaryship, and he made Alaric
understand that a nice thing might yet be done in Mary Janes. Alaric
had been very foolish to sell so quickly; so at least said Undy. To this
Alaric replied that he had bought the shares thoughtlessly, and had felt
a desire to get rid of them as quickly as he could. Those were scruples
at which Undy laughed pleasantly, and Alaric soon laughed with him.
'At any rate,' said Undy, 'your report is written, and off your hands
now: so you may do what you please in the matter, like a free man, with
a safe conscience.'
Alaric supposed that he might.
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