FOURTH NARRATIVE
1. Extracted from the Journal of EZRA JENNINGS (continued)
"You have seen a great deal of him lately," she said. "Have you,
really and truly, seen THAT?"
"Really and truly," I answered. "I am quite certain of what will happen
to-morrow. I wish I could feel as certain of what will happen to-night."
At that point in the conversation, we were interrupted by the appearance of
Betteredge with the tea-tray. He gave me another significant look as he passed
on into the sitting-room. "Aye! aye! make your hay while the sun shines.
The Tartar's upstairs, Mr. Jennings--the Tartar's upstairs!"
We followed him into the room. A little old lady, in a corner,
very nicely dressed, and very deeply absorbed over a smart piece
of embroidery, dropped her work in her lap, and uttered a faint
little scream at the first sight of my gipsy complexion and my
piebald hair.
"Mrs. Merridew," said Miss Verinder, "this is Mr. Jennings."
"I beg Mr. Jennings's pardon," said the old lady, looking at Miss Verinder,
and speaking at me. "Railway travelling always makes me nervous.
I am endeavouring to quiet my mind by occupying myself as usual. I don't
know whether my embroidery is out of place, on this extraordinary occasion.
If it interferes with Mr. Jennings's medical views, I shall be happy to put it
away of course."
I hastened to sanction the presence of the embroidery, exactly as I
had sanctioned the absence of the burst buzzard and the Cupid's wing.
Mrs. Merridew made an effort--a grateful effort--to look at my hair.
No! it was not to be done. Mrs. Merridew looked back again at
Miss Verinder.
"If Mr. Jennings will permit me," pursued the old lady,
"I should like to ask a favour. Mr. Jennings is about to try
a scientific experiment to-night. I used to attend scientific
experiments when I was a girl at school. They invariably
ended in an explosion. If Mr. Jennings will be so very kind,
I should like to be warned of the explosion this time.
With a view to getting it over, if possible, before I go
to bed."
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