Page 121 - Fairbrass

but as though he bad been hit with a pistol-

bullet,
*1 beg" pardon, sir,1 said the housekeeper*

kissing Fairbrass. ‘ I daresay I’m a bit
mixed—and no wonder on a morning like
this-—but, angel or no angel, missionary or

no missionary, there he was ; and in all

of which the valet as has valeted you
many a time, sir, and than which no
honester man lives, will bear me out/

‘ A witness ! ’ exclaimed the lawyer, who

seemed to be strangely excited ; i and where
are those flowers ? 1
* Where this little hand placed them, sir,

and where, begging your leave, they’ll stay

until the grave closes over them, together
with my dear dead master.'
* Phew ! ' whistled the lawyer—yes, at

this sad and serious moment the usually
sedate lawyer actually whistled, * Phew !

then there may be a way out of his troubles,
after a il! ’

And here he looked curiously—first at
Fairbrass, and then at the retreating figure