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‘
Almost
the
very
words
I
said
to
her
!
’
exclaimed
her
mother
.
‘
Now
really
,
another
time
,
when
I
know
what
she
would
tell
you
but
for
this
reason
,
and
won
’
t
,
I
have
a
great
mind
,
my
dear
Doctor
,
to
tell
you
myself
.
’
‘
I
shall
be
glad
if
you
will
,
’
returned
the
Doctor
.
‘
Shall
I
?
’
‘
Certainly
.
’
‘
Well
,
then
,
I
will
!
’
said
the
Old
Soldier
.
‘
That
’
s
a
bargain
.
’
And
having
,
I
suppose
,
carried
her
point
,
she
tapped
the
Doctor
’
s
hand
several
times
with
her
fan
(
which
she
kissed
first
)
,
and
returned
triumphantly
to
her
former
station
.
Some
more
company
coming
in
,
among
whom
were
the
two
masters
and
Adams
,
the
talk
became
general
;
and
it
naturally
turned
on
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
,
and
his
voyage
,
and
the
country
he
was
going
to
,
and
his
various
plans
and
prospects
.
He
was
to
leave
that
night
,
after
supper
,
in
a
post
-
chaise
,
for
Gravesend
;
where
the
ship
,
in
which
he
was
to
make
the
voyage
,
lay
;
and
was
to
be
gone
—
unless
he
came
home
on
leave
,
or
for
his
health
—
I
don
’
t
know
how
many
years
.
I
recollect
it
was
settled
by
general
consent
that
India
was
quite
a
misrepresented
country
,
and
had
nothing
objectionable
in
it
,
but
a
tiger
or
two
,
and
a
little
heat
in
the
warm
part
of
the
day
.
For
my
own
part
,
I
looked
on
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
as
a
modern
Sindbad
,
and
pictured
him
the
bosom
friend
of
all
the
Rajahs
in
the
East
,
sitting
under
canopies
,
smoking
curly
golden
pipes
—
a
mile
long
,
if
they
could
be
straightened
out
.
Mrs
.
Strong
was
a
very
pretty
singer
:
as
I
knew
,
who
often
heard
her
singing
by
herself
.
But
,
whether
she
was
afraid
of
singing
before
people
,
or
was
out
of
voice
that
evening
,
it
was
certain
that
she
couldn
’
t
sing
at
all
.
She
tried
a
duet
,
once
,
with
her
cousin
Maldon
,
but
could
not
so
much
as
begin
;
and
afterwards
,
when
she
tried
to
sing
by
herself
,
although
she
began
sweetly
,
her
voice
died
away
on
a
sudden
,
and
left
her
quite
distressed
,
with
her
head
hanging
down
over
the
keys
.
The
good
Doctor
said
she
was
nervous
,
and
,
to
relieve
her
,
proposed
a
round
game
at
cards
;
of
which
he
knew
as
much
as
of
the
art
of
playing
the
trombone
.
But
I
remarked
that
the
Old
Soldier
took
him
into
custody
directly
,
for
her
partner
;
and
instructed
him
,
as
the
first
preliminary
of
initiation
,
to
give
her
all
the
silver
he
had
in
his
pocket
.
We
had
a
merry
game
,
not
made
the
less
merry
by
the
Doctor
’
s
mistakes
,
of
which
he
committed
an
innumerable
quantity
,
in
spite
of
the
watchfulness
of
the
butterflies
,
and
to
their
great
aggravation
.
Mrs
.
Strong
had
declined
to
play
,
on
the
ground
of
not
feeling
very
well
;
and
her
cousin
Maldon
had
excused
himself
because
he
had
some
packing
to
do
.
When
he
had
done
it
,
however
,
he
returned
,
and
they
sat
together
,
talking
,
on
the
sofa
.
From
time
to
time
she
came
and
looked
over
the
Doctor
’
s
hand
,
and
told
him
what
to
play
.
She
was
very
pale
,
as
she
bent
over
him
,
and
I
thought
her
finger
trembled
as
she
pointed
out
the
cards
;
but
the
Doctor
was
quite
happy
in
her
attention
,
and
took
no
notice
of
this
,
if
it
were
so
.
At
supper
,
we
were
hardly
so
gay
.
Everyone
appeared
to
feel
that
a
parting
of
that
sort
was
an
awkward
thing
,
and
that
the
nearer
it
approached
,
the
more
awkward
it
was
.
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
tried
to
be
very
talkative
,
but
was
not
at
his
ease
,
and
made
matters
worse
.
And
they
were
not
improved
,
as
it
appeared
to
me
,
by
the
Old
Soldier
:
who
continually
recalled
passages
of
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
’
s
youth
.
