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104 FILTHY LUCRE. shameful, for there is plenty and to spare here. How can any One treat one’s father’s brother so?” | CHAPTER XI. FILTHY LUCRE. The next morning word was brought from the lodge that Mr. Rosevelt was quite ill, and not able to come up to the mansion for his breakfast. ‘‘Breakfast, indeed!” muttered Mrs. Richards, with a toss of her proud head; ‘‘as if he supposed he was going to be invited to sit at the table with my fashionable guests in his shabby clothes.” She had received a full account of his arrival and appearance from her husband the night previous, after Mr. Rosevelt’s de- parture for the lodge. Mr. Richards went at once to see him, and to give orders to Mrs. Mellen, the wife of the gardener, to do everything for his comfort. Later, his wife, with much inward fretting and fuming, fol- lowed his example, not because she had any desire to see him or felt in any way anxious about him, but to save unpleasant remarks and comments. She met her uncle with anything but a cordial greeting, and which, even in the midst of his suffering, he could not fail to feel keenly. ‘‘T am very sorry, Uncle Jacob, that you are ill, especially as | am full of company just now, and cannot personally give you the attention that you ought to receive,” she said, trying to speak sympathetically, but failing utterly. ; =) (ele) Ebooks.¢co