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Tol, lol, lol.

However, the piece went on to the bitter end, and Dick Whittington appeared in many different costumes and sang many songs, and kicked many kicks, till he was finally made Lord Mayor–in tights.

Ah, it was an evening of bitter humiliation for Blackstable people. Some of them, as Miss Reed said, behaved scandalously; they really appeared to enjoy it. And even George laughed at some of the jokes the cat made, though his wife and his mother sternly reproved him.

‘I’m ashamed of you, George, laughing at such a time!’ they said.

Afterwards the Grays and Miss Reed got into the same railway carriage with the Griffiths.

‘Well, Mrs Griffith,’ said the vicar’s wife, ‘what do you think of your daughter now?’

‘Mrs Gray,’ replied Mrs Griffith, solemnly, ‘I haven’t got a daughter.’

‘That’s a very proper spirit in which to look at it,’ answered the lady…. ‘She was simply covered with diamonds.’

‘They must be worth a fortune,’ said Miss Reed.

‘Oh, I daresay they’re not real,’ said Mrs Gray; ‘at that distance and with the lime-light, you know, it’s very difficult to tell.’

‘I’m sorry to say,’ said Mrs Griffith, with some asperity, feeling the doubt almost an affront to her–‘I’m sorry to say that I know they’re real.’

The ladies coughed discreetly, scenting a little scandalous mystery which they must get out of Mrs Griffith at another opportunity.

‘My nephew James says she earns at least thirty or forty pounds a week.’

Miss Reed sighed at the thought of such depravity.

‘It’s very sad,’ she remarked, ‘to think of such things happening to a fellow-creature.’…

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‘But what I can’t understand,’ said Mrs Gray, next morning, at the breakfast-table, ‘is how she got into such a position. We all know that at one time she was to be seen in–well, in a very questionable place, at an hour which left no doubt about her–her means of livelihood. I must say I thought she was quite lost.’…

‘Oh, well, I can tell you that easily enough,’ replied her nephew. ‘She’s being kept by Sir Somebody Something, and he’s running the show for her.’

‘James, I wish you would be more careful about your language. It’s not necessary to call a spade a spade, and you can surely find a less objectionable expression to explain the relationship between the persons…. Don’t you remember his name?’

‘No; I heard it, but I’ve really forgotten.’

‘I see in this week’s Tercanbury Times that there’s a Sir Herbert Ously-Farrowham staying at the “George” just now.’

‘That’s it. Sir Herbert Ously-Farrowham.’

‘How sad! I’ll look him out in Burke.’

She took down the reference book, which was kept beside the clergy list.

‘Dear me, he’s only twenty-nine…. And he’s got a house in Cavendish Square and a house in the country. He must be very well-to-do; and he belongs to the Junior Carlton and two other clubs…. And he’s got a sister who’s married to Lord Edward Lake.’ Mrs Gray closed the book and held it with a finger to mark the place, like a Bible. ‘It’s very sad to think of the dissipation of so many members of the aristocracy. It sets such a bad example to the lower classes.’

X

They showed old Griffith a portrait of Daisy in her theatrical costume.

‘Has she come to that?’ he said.

He looked at it a moment, then savagely tore it in pieces and flung it in the fire.

‘Oh, my God!’ he groaned; he could not get out of his head the picture, the shamelessness of the costume, the smile, the evident prosperity and content. He felt now that he had lost his daughter indeed. All these years he had kept his heart open to her, and his heart had bled when he thought of her starving, ragged, perhaps dead. He had thought of her begging her bread and working her beautiful hands to the bone in some factory. He had always hoped that some day she could return to him, purified by the fire of suffering…. But she was prosperous and happy and rich. She was applauded, worshipped; the papers were full of her praise. Old Griffith was filled with a feeling of horror, of immense repulsion. She was flourishing in her sin, and he loathed her. He had been so ready to forgive her when he thought her despairing and unhappy; but now he was implacable.