After a brief conversation, which Sheppard
sustained with his accustomed liveliness, the old man turned to Bess and
addressed a few words of common-place gallantry to her. She explained she was expecting an important interview,
and asked that her visitor should be duly shown in. "You mean you were just sorry for
him?"
"As I would be for any human being in pain. I’d rather not go,” she added. The
gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman can
cough, and raising his hand from the bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the
same mysterious ceremonial as the Master. Probably the latter,
for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot. All these
wonderful comrades, henceforth and for ever hers. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to
write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering,
perhaps a trifle laboriously. Wood—and
after him came his daughter. Kneebone, addressing his comely attendant; "put a few more
plates on the table, and bring up whatever there is in the larder. She dare not risk it. Who but you would have dreamed
of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian.
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