Chapter 30 Chapter Twenty Nine

(Introduce the family to whom Oliver has come to join.) It was a tasteful room (albeit furnished with old-school comfort rather than tasteful modernity) and a good breakfast was set and two ladies sat at it.Meticulous Mr. Giles, in full black suit, waited on them.He positioned himself somewhere between the cutlery rack and the dining table - straight body, head thrown back, slightly to one side, left leg forward, right hand in vest, left hand clenched A tray, sticking to one's side - one can tell at a glance that this is a person who feels great about his own worth and importance. One of the two ladies was elderly.Yet her back was as straight as the high-backed oak chair she was sitting on.She was dressed very carefully, with small concessions to fashion wonderfully kneaded into the old-fashioned clothes, which, far from detracting from the style, accentuated the old-fashioned effect.She looked solemn, with her hands folded on the table in front of her, and her eyes, which had not dimmed with the passage of time, stared intently at the young lady at the same table.

This young lady was radiant and youthful, and if there were angels descended to earth in the good will of God, we may conjecture, without fear of blasphemy, that they would be as youthful and wonderful as she was. She is not yet seventeen years old, so it can be said that she is naturally beautiful, with a demure and elegant appearance, pure and charming, it seems that the world is not her place to live, and the vulgar things in the few rooms are not her kind.In her deep blue eyes, and on her noble brow, she had an intelligence that seemed rare at her age, or in this world.But the gentleness and virtuousness of her presence, the thousand radiances that lighted the whole face without leaving a shadow, and above all her smile, that smile of joy and happiness--all this was for the home, the fireside of peace and happiness.

She hurriedly took care of the chores on the table, occasionally raised her eyes, and found that the old lady was staring at her, so she playfully brushed her simply braided hair back from her forehead, smiling sweetly, Showing tenderness and pure love, even the gods will smile when they look at her. "Brittles has been going for more than an hour, hasn't he?" asked the old lady, after a moment's hesitation. "Twelve minutes an hour, ma'am," replied Mr. Giles, holding a black ribbon, and taking out a silver pocket watch. "He's always slow," said the old lady.

"Brittles has always been a dull boy, ma'am," answered the butler.Incidentally, since Brittles was a dull lad in his late thirties, there was no possibility of becoming sharp. "I don't think he has become sharper, but he has become slower and slower." The old lady said. "If he stops to play with other children, it's really impossible to tell," said the young lady, smiling. Mr. Giles was evidently considering whether it would be proper for him to smile politely, when a hansom drove up to the garden gate, and a stout gentleman jumped out of it, and went straight to the door, passing some In an inconceivable manner, he came quickly into the house, broke into the room, and nearly knocked Mr. Giles down with the breakfast table.

"I've never heard of such a thing!" exclaimed the stout gentleman. "My dear Mrs. Maylie--God bless--in the dead of night again--I've never heard of such a thing!" The Stout Gentleman shook hands with the two ladies as he poured out these comforting words, dragged a chair over him, and asked them how they were feeling. "You're going to die, you're going to be scared to death," said the stout gentleman. "Why don't you send someone? God help me, mine's only a minute away, and so am I. Under the circumstances, I I can assure you that my assistant will be happy to help. My God, my God, I didn't expect that. It's in the dead of night again."

The doctor seemed to be distressed that the robbery had been so unexpected and committed at night, as if it were the custom of gentlemen who practiced robbery to work during the day and make an appointment a day or two in advance. "And you, Miss Ruth," said the doctor, turning to the young lady, "I think—" "Oh. That's unexpected, really," interrupted Ruth, "but there's a poor fellow upstairs, and Aunt wants you to see it." "Ah. Indeed," answered the doctor, "I almost forgot that, as far as I know, you did it, Kyles." Mr. Giles, who was nervously rearranging the teacups, blushed and said he had had the honor.

"It's an honor, eh?" said the doctor. "Well, I don't see why maybe hitting a lye in a back kitchen is as respectable as firing at your opponent at twelve paces away. Come to think of it, He fired a shot into the air, and you looked like you were in a duel, Kyles." Mr. Giles thought it dishonorable and ill-intentioned to downplay the matter so lightly, and he replied politely that no one like himself could judge, but he did not think he was joking. "God has eyes," said the doctor. "Where is he? Lead me. Check Mrs. Maylie again when I come down. That's the little window he came in, eh? Well, I can't help it." believe."

He babbled all the way, and followed Mr. Giles upstairs.While he was walking upstairs, the writer would like to confess to the reader that Mr. Rothberleigh, a nearby surgeon, the famous "Doctor" for a radius of ten miles, had put on some weight, and that Rather than attribute it to the well-being of life, it is better to say that he is optimistic about his destiny.He was kind, warm, and such a queer old bachelor that any explorer today would have to find one in a place five times larger than this. The doctor stayed upstairs for a long time, much longer than he or the two ladies expected.A large flat trunk was taken from the carriage and carried upstairs, bedroom bells rang, and servants ran up and down.From these indications it was safe to conclude that something important was going on upstairs.Finally, he finally came down from upstairs.In answering anxious inquiries from patients, he looked mysterious and closed the door carefully.

"It's a very strange thing, Mrs. Maylie," said the doctor, standing with his back to the door, as if to prevent anyone from opening it. "Is he out of danger, I hope?" asked the old lady. "Well, in the present circumstances, it's not a surprise," answered the doctor, "though I don't think he's out of danger. Have you ever seen the thief?" "I haven't seen it." The old lady replied. "Haven't heard anything about him?" "No." "Excuse me, ma'am," interposed Mr. Giles, "I was just about to tell you when Dr. Rosebery came."

As it happened, Mr. Giles did not at first have the courage to admit that he had hit only a child.His valor and fortitude had won so many praises that, at the risk of his life, he would have had to postpone an explanation for a few minutes, precious minutes during which his brief reputation for fearlessness was at the height of its glory. "Ruth wanted to see the man," said Mrs. Maylie, "but I didn't say yes." "Hmph." The doctor replied, "There is nothing surprising about his face. I'll accompany you to see him. You don't object, do you?"

"If necessary," replied the old lady, "of course I have no objection." "Then I think it necessary," said the doctor. "In short, I can assure you that you will regret your delay in seeing him. He is very calm and comfortable. Permit me—Miss Ruth, Is it okay? Don’t be afraid at all, I guarantee it on my credit.”