Wyllard's Weird: A NovelBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Wyllard's Weird: A Novel
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
Murder -- Fiction; Mystery and detective stories
"You must not come too often, mind," said Dora, when she was bidding
him good-bye. "Indeed; on reflection, I think you had better only come
when you are invited. You may have no discretion otherwise. It will not
do for you to be really living here, and only pretending to live at
Trevena."
"It is unkind of you to suggest that a man must be an utter imbecile
because he is in love, Dora," remonstrated Bothwell. "Of course I
understand that I am sent away as a sacrifice to the proprieties. I
am banished in order that Mrs. Grundy may be satisfied--that same Mrs.
Grundy who was willing to suspect me of murder on the very smallest
provocation. No, my dear Dora, I am not going to be troublesome. I
will only come when I have your permission. I suppose I may come next
Sunday?"
"O Bothwell, this is Wednesday; Sunday is _very_ near."
"It will seem ages off to me. Yes, I shall certainly come on Sunday.
Even servants are allowed to go and see their friends on the Sabbath.
Is your cousin less than a hireling that he should be denied? I shall
ride over in time for breakfast on Sunday morning."
"You will have to get up at six o'clock."
"What of that? I have had to get up at four, and even at half-past
three, for cub-hunting."
He arrived at Trevena early in the afternoon, settled himself
comfortably in his cottage-lodgings, and arranged his books in a corner
of the neat little parlour, with its superabundant crochet-work and
crockery, which ornamentation he artfully persuaded his landlady to put
away in a cupboard during his residence.
"Men are so clumsy," he pleaded. "They always spoil things."
Goody confessed that the male sex was inherently awkward, and had an
innate incapacity to appreciate crochet antimacassars. She sighed as
she denuded her best parlour of its beauties. "The place dew look so
bare," she said.
Bothwell gave up his afternoon to a long interview with the builder,
who was a smart young man, and as honest as he was smart. The old
cottage was thoroughly overhauled and inspected, with a view to the
carrying out of those extensions and improvements which Bothwell had
planned for himself, and for which he had made drawings that were very
creditable to an amateur architect. His experience as an Engineer stood
him in good stead.
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