'You'll answer that letter, I suppose?' said Mrs Caffyn, when they
were alone.
'No.'
'I'm rather glad. It would worrit you, and there's nothing worse for
a baby than worritin' when it's mother's a-feedin it.'
Mr Caffyn wrote as follows:-
'DEAR SIR,--I was sorry as you couldn't come; but I believe now as it
was better as you didn't. I am no scollard, and so no more from your
obedient, humble servant,
'MRS CAFFYN.
'P.S.--I return the money, having no use for the same.
CHAPTER XXII
Baruch did not obtain any very definite information from Marshall
about Clara. He was told that she had a sister; that they were both
of them gentlewomen; that their mother and father were dead; that
they were great readers, and that they did not go to church nor
chapel, but that they both went sometimes to hear a certain Mr A. J.
Scott lecture. He was once assistant minister to Irving, but was now
heretical, and had a congregation of his own creating at Woolwich.
Baruch called at the shop and found Clara once more alone. The book
was packed up and had being lying ready for him for two or three
days. He wanted to speak, but hardly knew how to begin. He looked
idly round the shelves, taking down one volume after another, and at
last he said, -
'I suppose nobody but myself has ever asked for a copy of Robinson?'
'Not since I have been here.
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