CHAPTER 12
barren of mystery.
Mr Gleggs unmistakable kind-edness pained o see variance - to be in a state of cavil quite nullified tate of t morning. Still in to breakfast no, be subdued enougo give o rong sense of family decorum. So boast t t no Dodson off money out at use, or some t.
t at t-table: it ers in t o put on anyto try as a fuzzy curled front. By ten decorum demanded t: until t and society t cloud only left it more apparent t ty remained; and Mr Glegg, perceiving t doo o stem ly resolved to leave t remark to Mrs Glegg, lest, to so delicate an article as a ladys temper, test touco enjoy temper in fine condition by inflicting privations on t ter. It y s meet o exercise itself. But by and by it appeared t rop last in t tone peculiar to the wife of ones bosom.
`ell, Mr Glegg! its a poor return I get for making you to be treated, Id better before my poor fated a he choice was offered me.
Mr Glegg paused from but simply quiet, ual ant mysteries.
` have I done now?
`Done now, Mr Glegg? done now?... Im sorry for you.
Not seeing inent ansed to his porridge.
`tinued Mrs Glegg after a pause, `as ud o do somet to siding teacter - but Ive allays s to stand by tead o rejoicing and triump her.
`No? said Mr Glegg, rat as meek as Moses. `riumph over you?
`t plain, Mr Glegg. Id sooner youd tell me to my face as you make ligry to make out as everybodys in t but me, and come to your breakfast in t an , an