Part 32 (1/2)
Merillia.
”Mr. Q. Elisha Hubsbee, ma'am. He is deeply distressed and asks for news . . .”
”The Central American Amba.s.sador's grandfather,” said Mrs. Merillia, reading the card which Mr. Ferdinand handed to her.
”Shocked to hear you are so ill that a knock will finish you. Guess you must be far gone. Earnest sympathy. Have you tried patent morphia mola.s.ses?
”Q. E. H.”
”Ah! how things get about! Tell Mr. Elisha Hubsbee the knocks have nearly killed us all, Mr. Ferdinand, but we are bearing up as well as can be expected. If necessary we will certainly try the mola.s.ses.”
”Yes, ma'am.”
”It is two o'clock now, Hennessey. The Charing Cross office is open till midnight, I believe, so at the present rate you should only have about ninety more telegrams to-day. But if you have reason to expect--”
Mr. Ferdinand re-entered.
”Mrs. Hendrick Marshall has called, ma'am. She desired me to say she was pa.s.sing the door and was much horrified to find that you are so near the point, ma'am.”
”What point, Mr. Ferdinand?”
”Of death, ma'am. She had no idea at all, ma'am.”
”Oh, thank Mrs. Hendrick Marshall, Mr. Ferdinand, and say we shall try to keep from the point for the present.
”Yes, ma'am.”
”--That the numbers will go up as the afternoon draws on, Hennessey--”
”Grannie, haven't I sworn, and have you ever known me to tell you a--”
Suddenly the Prophet stopped short, thinking how that very night he would be forced by his oath to ”Madame and self” to break his promise to his grandmother, how already it would have been broken had not Mr.
Ferdinand on the previous night been in possession of the telescope.
”The Chancellor of the Exchequer, ma'am, desires his compliments, and he begs you to last out, if possible, till he has fetched Sir William Broadbent to see you. He is going there on his bike, ma'am, and had no conception you was dying till he knew it this moment, ma'am.”
”Thank the Chancellor, Mr. Ferdinand, and say that though we must all go out some day I have no desire for a dissolution at present, and shall do my best to prove myself worthy of my const.i.tution.”
”Yes, ma'am.”
Mr. Ferdinand retired, brus.h.i.+ng away a tear.
”It would not be feasible, I suppose, Hennessey, to station Gustavus permanently at the telegraph office with a small hamper, so that he might collect the wires in it as they arrive and convey them here, once an hour or so, entering by the area door. I thought perhaps that might obviate--”
Mr. Ferdinand once more appeared, looking very puffy about the eyes.
”If you please, ma'am, La--ady Julia Pos--ostlethwaite is below, and asks whe--ether you are truly going ma'am?”
”Going? Where to, Mr. Ferdinand?”
”The other pla--ace, ma'am. Her ladys.h.i.+p is crying something terrible, ma'am, and says, till she no--no--noticed the fact she had no--no--notion you was leaving us so soon, ma'am.”