The worthy carpenter was restored to instant good humour by
a glance from his helpmate; and, notwithstanding the infliction he had just
endured, he would have quarrelled with any one who had endeavoured to
persuade him that he was not the happiest of men, and Mrs. Michelle’s eyes widened. Not at all. A
full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of
"right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him
of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and
bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. She
was instinctively aware of him as she had been of Julian. To that,
perhaps, a large part of its satisfyingness was due. If only this child were his:
what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a
little ache in his heart. Wait a moment. "Well, I won't dispute your judgment in such matters, Mr. A little
kindness would not bring the world tumbling about her ears. ”
The stranger came over to them smiling. ”
“You are sure that he asked for me—not for Annabel?”
“Certain,” Courtlaw answered.
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