The Craze of Christina — page 193: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. 189 So very much perplexed and exercised in his mind was he, that on the afternoon of the second day he determined to go up to London himself on the morrow and see Mr. Scrubb. Ii was his duty, of course, to inform the trustees of what had happened, and he felt so much upset ar1 out of heart about it, that a private con- sultation with Mr. Scrubb, who was personally known to him, seemed to hold out a certain amount of comfort and consolation. He set off by the earliest convenient train in the morning, and presented himself at Mr. Scrubb’s residence in Russell ee at about half-past ten in the morning. He was shown into Mr. Scrubb’s library, which he entered with a face as long as he had worn at his late master’s funeral. ‘‘Ah, Docker! I expected to see you, or to hear from you,” said Mr. Scrubb, shaking hands with him, for Mr. Scrubb was “‘quite the gentleman,’ as Docker said of him, and always treated him in private life as a friend and (an equal. ‘““T’ve terrible bad news, Mr. Scrubb.”’ ‘‘A bout Mr. Clifford? yes, it’s a bad job, cer- tainly.”’ **You have heard then that he has been away over a week?”’ GComichooksnco