DOI Artikel:
D'Arcy, Ella: Poor cousin Louis
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.21215#0051
By Ella D'Arcy 47
Pedvinn's. To-morrow I shall send my notary to put seals on
everything, and to take an inventory. For the future I shall live
in town."
His senility had suddenly left him ; he spoke with firmness;
it was a flash-up of almost extinct fires. Louisa was astounded.
Mrs. Tourtel looked at him steadily. Through the partition
wall, Tourtel in the kitchen heard the raised voice, and followed
his curiosity into the parlour. Margot followed him. Seen near,
and with her features at rest, she appeared a plump touzle-headed
girl, in whose low forehead and loose-lipped mouth, crassness,
cruelty, and sensuality were unmistakably expressed. Yet freckled
cheek, rounded chin, and bare red mottled arms, presented the
beautiful curves of youth,and there was a certain sortof attractive-
ness about her not to be gainsaid.
" Since my servants refuse to pack what I require," said Renouf
with dignity, " I will do it myself. Come with me, Louisa."
At a sign from the housekeeper, Tourtel and Margot made
way. Mrs. Poidevin would have followed her cousin, as the easiest
thing to do—although she was confused by theold man's outbreak,
and incapable of deciding what course she should take—when the
deep vindictive baying of the dog ushered a new personage upon
the scene.
This was an individual who made his appearance from the
kitchen regions—a tall thin man of about thirty years of age,
with a pallid skin, a dark eye and a heavy moustache. Hisshabby
black coat and tie, with the cords and gaiters that clothed his legs,
suggested a combination of sportsman and family practitioner.
He wore a bowler hat, and waspulling off tan drivinggloves as he
advanced.
" Ah my good ! Doctor Owen, but dat's you ?" said Mrs.
Tourtel. M But we wants you here badly. Your patient is in one
of
Pedvinn's. To-morrow I shall send my notary to put seals on
everything, and to take an inventory. For the future I shall live
in town."
His senility had suddenly left him ; he spoke with firmness;
it was a flash-up of almost extinct fires. Louisa was astounded.
Mrs. Tourtel looked at him steadily. Through the partition
wall, Tourtel in the kitchen heard the raised voice, and followed
his curiosity into the parlour. Margot followed him. Seen near,
and with her features at rest, she appeared a plump touzle-headed
girl, in whose low forehead and loose-lipped mouth, crassness,
cruelty, and sensuality were unmistakably expressed. Yet freckled
cheek, rounded chin, and bare red mottled arms, presented the
beautiful curves of youth,and there was a certain sortof attractive-
ness about her not to be gainsaid.
" Since my servants refuse to pack what I require," said Renouf
with dignity, " I will do it myself. Come with me, Louisa."
At a sign from the housekeeper, Tourtel and Margot made
way. Mrs. Poidevin would have followed her cousin, as the easiest
thing to do—although she was confused by theold man's outbreak,
and incapable of deciding what course she should take—when the
deep vindictive baying of the dog ushered a new personage upon
the scene.
This was an individual who made his appearance from the
kitchen regions—a tall thin man of about thirty years of age,
with a pallid skin, a dark eye and a heavy moustache. Hisshabby
black coat and tie, with the cords and gaiters that clothed his legs,
suggested a combination of sportsman and family practitioner.
He wore a bowler hat, and waspulling off tan drivinggloves as he
advanced.
" Ah my good ! Doctor Owen, but dat's you ?" said Mrs.
Tourtel. M But we wants you here badly. Your patient is in one
of