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The
legend
added
that
the
only
person
who
did
not
identify
them
was
the
Doctor
himself
,
who
,
when
they
were
shortly
afterwards
displayed
at
the
door
of
a
little
second
-
hand
shop
of
no
very
good
repute
,
where
such
things
were
taken
in
exchange
for
gin
,
was
more
than
once
observed
to
handle
them
approvingly
,
as
if
admiring
some
curious
novelty
in
the
pattern
,
and
considering
them
an
improvement
on
his
own
.
It
was
very
pleasant
to
see
the
Doctor
with
his
pretty
young
wife
.
He
had
a
fatherly
,
benignant
way
of
showing
his
fondness
for
her
,
which
seemed
in
itself
to
express
a
good
man
.
I
often
saw
them
walking
in
the
garden
where
the
peaches
were
,
and
I
sometimes
had
a
nearer
observation
of
them
in
the
study
or
the
parlour
.
She
appeared
to
me
to
take
great
care
of
the
Doctor
,
and
to
like
him
very
much
,
though
I
never
thought
her
vitally
interested
in
the
Dictionary
:
some
cumbrous
fragments
of
which
work
the
Doctor
always
carried
in
his
pockets
,
and
in
the
lining
of
his
hat
,
and
generally
seemed
to
be
expounding
to
her
as
they
walked
about
.
I
saw
a
good
deal
of
Mrs
.
Strong
,
both
because
she
had
taken
a
liking
for
me
on
the
morning
of
my
introduction
to
the
Doctor
,
and
was
always
afterwards
kind
to
me
,
and
interested
in
me
;
and
because
she
was
very
fond
of
Agnes
,
and
was
often
backwards
and
forwards
at
our
house
.
There
was
a
curious
constraint
between
her
and
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
I
thought
(
of
whom
she
seemed
to
be
afraid
)
,
that
never
wore
off
.
When
she
came
there
of
an
evening
,
she
always
shrunk
from
accepting
his
escort
home
,
and
ran
away
with
me
instead
.
And
sometimes
,
as
we
were
running
gaily
across
the
Cathedral
yard
together
,
expecting
to
meet
nobody
,
we
would
meet
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
,
who
was
always
surprised
to
see
us
.
Mrs
.
Strong
’
s
mama
was
a
lady
I
took
great
delight
in
.
Her
name
was
Mrs
.
Markleham
;
but
our
boys
used
to
call
her
the
Old
Soldier
,
on
account
of
her
generalship
,
and
the
skill
with
which
she
marshalled
great
forces
of
relations
against
the
Doctor
.
She
was
a
little
,
sharp
-
eyed
woman
,
who
used
to
wear
,
when
she
was
dressed
,
one
unchangeable
cap
,
ornamented
with
some
artificial
flowers
,
and
two
artificial
butterflies
supposed
to
be
hovering
above
the
flowers
.
There
was
a
superstition
among
us
that
this
cap
had
come
from
France
,
and
could
only
originate
in
the
workmanship
of
that
ingenious
nation
:
but
all
I
certainly
know
about
it
,
is
,
that
it
always
made
its
appearance
of
an
evening
,
wheresoever
Mrs
.
Markleham
made
HER
appearance
;
that
it
was
carried
about
to
friendly
meetings
in
a
Hindoo
basket
;
that
the
butterflies
had
the
gift
of
trembling
constantly
;
and
that
they
improved
the
shining
hours
at
Doctor
Strong
’
s
expense
,
like
busy
bees
.
I
observed
the
Old
Soldier
—
not
to
adopt
the
name
disrespectfully
-
to
pretty
good
advantage
,
on
a
night
which
is
made
memorable
to
me
by
something
else
I
shall
relate
.
It
was
the
night
of
a
little
party
at
the
Doctor
’
s
,
which
was
given
on
the
occasion
of
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
’
s
departure
for
India
,
whither
he
was
going
as
a
cadet
,
or
something
of
that
kind
:
Mr
.
Wickfield
having
at
length
arranged
the
business
.
It
happened
to
be
the
Doctor
’
s
birthday
,
too
.
We
had
had
a
holiday
,
had
made
presents
to
him
in
the
morning
,
had
made
a
speech
to
him
through
the
head
-
boy
,
and
had
cheered
him
until
we
were
hoarse
,
and
until
he
had
shed
tears
.
And
now
,
in
the
evening
,
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
Agnes
,
and
I
,
went
to
have
tea
with
him
in
his
private
capacity
.
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
was
there
,
before
us
.
Mrs
.
Strong
,
dressed
in
white
,
with
cherry
-
coloured
ribbons
,
was
playing
the
piano
,
when
we
went
in
;
and
he
was
leaning
over
her
to
turn
the
leaves
.
The
clear
red
and
white
of
her
complexion
was
not
so
blooming
and
flower
-
like
as
usual
,
I
thought
,
when
she
turned
round
;
but
she
looked
very
pretty
,
Wonderfully
pretty
.
‘
I
have
forgotten
,
Doctor
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Strong
’
s
mama
,
when
we
were
seated
,
‘
to
pay
you
the
compliments
of
the
day
—
though
they
are
,
as
you
may
suppose
,
very
far
from
being
mere
compliments
in
my
case
.
Allow
me
to
wish
you
many
happy
returns
.
’
‘
I
thank
you
,
ma
’
am
,
’
replied
the
Doctor
.
