Lowe departed, the governor of the Brass Castle
walking beside his horse, as far as the iron gate, to do him honour; and
as he rode away towards Lucan, Mr. Dangerfield followed him with a snowy
smirk.
Then briskly, after his wont, the knight of the shining spectacles made
his natty toilet; and in a few minutes his cocked hat was seen gliding
along the hedge toward Chapelizod.
He glanced up at Sturk's window--it was a habit now--so soon as he came
in sight, but all looked as usual. So he mounted the steps, and asked to
see Mrs. Sturk.
'My dear Madam,' said he, after due courtesies interchanged, 'I've but a
few minutes; my horse waits yonder at the Phoenix, and I'm away to
town. How does your patient to-day?'
'Oh, mighty well--wonderful--that is considering how cold the weather
is. The doctor says he's lower, indeed, but I don't mind that, for he
must be lower while the cold continues; I always say that; and I judge
very much by the eye; don't you, Mr. Dangerfield? by his looks, you
know; they can't deceive me, and I assure you--'
'Your house is quiet; are the children out, Ma'am?'
'Oh, yes, with Mag in the park.
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