I wish he could have rooms there.'
'Well, why not? Pettilove told me it must be let as two tenements.
If the old woman could take half, a lodger would pay her rent,' said
Mr. Kendal, promptly. 'You had better propose it.'
'And the Goldsmiths?' asked Albinia.
'I will show him the Lower Wharf.'
The next afternoon Mr. Kendal desired his wife to go to the Bank and
borrow young O'More for her walking companion.
'Really I don't know whether I have the impudence.'
'I will come and do it for you. You will do best alone with the lad;
I want you to get into his confidence, and find out whether old
Goldsmith treats him properly. I declare, but that I know John
Kendal so well, this would be enough to make me rejoice that Gilbert
is not thrown on the world!'
Albinia knew herself to be so tactless, that she saw little hope
other doing anything but setting him against his relations; but her
husband was in no frame to hear objections, so she made none, and
only trusted she should not be very foolish. At least, the walk
would be a positive physical benefit to the slave of the desk.
Ulick O'More was at his post, and said his head was well, but his
hair stuck up as if his fingers had been many times run through it;
he was much thinner, and the wearied countenance, whitened
complexion, and spiritless sunken eyes, were a sad contrast to the
glowing freshness and life that had distinguished him in the summer.
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