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near our house and frightens her?' 'Frightens my aunt, sir?' Mr. Dick nodded. 'I thought nothing would have frightened her,' he said, 'for she's -' here he whispered softly, 'don't mention it - the wisest and most wonderful of women.' Having said which, he drew back, to observe the effect which this description of her made upon me. 'The first time he came,' said Mr. Dick, 'was-let me see-sixteen hundred and forty-nine was the date of King Charles's execution. I think you said sixteen hundred and forty-nine?' 'Yes, sir.' 'I don't know how it can be,' said Mr. Dick, sorely puzzled and shaking his head. 'I don't think I am as old as that.' 'Was it in that year that the man appeared, sir?' I asked. 'Why, really' said Mr. Dick, 'I don't see how it can have been in that year, Trotwood. Did you get that date out of history?' 'Yes, sir.' 'I suppose history never lies, does it?' said Mr. Dick, with a gleam of hope. 'Oh dear, no, sir!' I replied, most decisively. I was ingenuous and young, and I thought so. 'I can't make it out,' said Mr. Dick, shaking his head. 'There's something wrong, somewhere. However, it was very soon after the mistake was made of putting some of the trouble out of King Charles's head into my head, that the man first came. I was walking out with Miss Trotwood after tea, just at dark, and there he was, close to our house.' 'Walking about?' I inquired. 'Walking about?' repeated Mr. Dick. 'Let me see, I must recollect a bit. N-no, no; he was not walking about.' I asked, as the shortest way to get at it, what he WAS doing. |
