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Congratulating
himself
that
a
handsome
repast
had
been
ordered
that
morning
,
feeling
sure
that
it
would
be
ready
to
the
minute
,
and
indulging
in
pleasant
anticipations
of
the
charming
effect
it
would
produce
,
when
his
pretty
wife
came
running
out
to
meet
him
,
he
escorted
his
friend
to
his
mansion
,
with
the
irrepressible
satisfaction
of
a
young
host
and
husband
.
It
is
a
world
of
disappointments
,
as
John
discovered
when
he
reached
the
Dovecote
.
The
front
door
usually
stood
hospitably
open
.
Now
it
was
not
only
shut
,
but
locked
,
and
yesterday
’
s
mud
still
adorned
the
steps
.
The
parlor
windows
were
closed
and
curtained
,
no
picture
of
the
pretty
wife
sewing
on
the
piazza
,
in
white
,
with
a
distracting
little
bow
in
her
hair
,
or
a
bright
-
eyed
hostess
,
smiling
a
shy
welcome
as
she
greeted
her
guest
.
Nothing
of
the
sort
,
for
not
a
soul
appeared
but
a
sanginary
-
looking
boy
asleep
under
the
current
bushes
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
something
has
happened
.
Step
into
the
garden
,
Scott
,
while
I
look
up
Mrs
.
Brooke
,
"
said
John
,
alarmed
at
the
silence
and
solitude
.
Round
the
house
he
hurried
,
led
by
a
pungent
smell
of
burned
sugar
,
and
Mr
.
Scott
strolled
after
him
,
with
a
queer
look
on
his
face
.
He
paused
discreetly
at
a
distance
when
Brooke
disappeared
,
but
he
could
both
see
and
hear
,
and
being
a
bachelor
,
enjoyed
the
prospect
mightily
.
In
the
kitchen
reigned
confusion
and
despair
.
One
edition
of
jelly
was
trickled
from
pot
to
pot
,
another
lay
upon
the
floor
,
and
a
third
was
burning
gaily
on
the
stove
.
Lotty
,
with
Teutonic
phlegm
,
was
calmly
eating
bread
and
currant
wine
,
for
the
jelly
was
still
in
a
hopelessly
liquid
state
,
while
Mrs
.
Brooke
,
with
her
apron
over
her
head
,
sat
sobbing
dismally
.
"
My
dearest
girl
,
what
is
the
matter
?
"
cried
John
,
rushing
in
,
with
awful
visions
of
scalded
hands
,
sudden
news
of
affliction
,
and
secret
consternation
at
the
thought
of
the
guest
in
the
garden
.
"
Oh
,
John
,
I
am
so
tired
and
hot
and
cross
and
worried
!
I
’
ve
been
at
it
till
I
’
m
all
worn
out
.
Do
come
and
help
me
or
I
shall
die
!
"
and
the
exhausted
housewife
cast
herself
upon
his
breast
,
giving
him
a
sweet
welcome
in
every
sense
of
the
word
,
for
her
pinafore
had
been
baptized
at
the
same
time
as
the
floor
.
"
What
worries
you
dear
?
Has
anything
dreadful
happened
?
"
asked
the
anxious
John
,
tenderly
kissing
the
crown
of
the
little
cap
,
which
was
all
askew
.
"
Yes
,
"
sobbed
Meg
despairingly
.
