12.After that my mother disappeared into the kitchen.And I wandered about,feeling happily excited, examining the drawing-room,in which nothing was changed except the picture postcards on the mantelpiece. Then I wandered into the dining-room,a small room at the back of the house,and here a great surprise awaited me Supper was set for three! 13."Well,"I said."Here's a nice state of affairs! Supper for three,and she hasn't said a word!
12.After that my mother disappeared into the kitchen. And I wandered about, feeling happily excited, examining the drawing-room, in which nothing was changed except the picture postcards on the mantelpiece. Then I wandered into the dining-room, a small room at the back of the house, and here a great surprise awaited me. Supper was set for three! 13. “Well,” I said. “Here’s a nice state of affairs! Supper for three, and she hasn’t said a word!
14. My mother was so clever in social matters,and especially in the planning of delicious surprises,that I believed her capable even of miracles.In some way or other she must have discovered the state of my desires towards Agnes.She and Agnes had been plotting together by letters,or maybe by telegraph to surprise me.Though Agnes had told me that she could not possibly come to Bursley for Christmas,she was probably here,and my mother had concealed her somewhere in the house,or was expecting her any minute.That explained the nervousness and the rushes of my mother to the door
14. My mother was so clever in social matters, and especially in the planning of delicious surprises, that I believed her capable even of miracles. In some way or other she must have discovered the state of my desires towards Agnes. She and Agnes had been plotting together by letters, or maybe by telegraph to surprise me. Though Agnes had told me that she could not possibly come to Bursley for Christmas, she was probably here, and my mother had concealed her somewhere in the house, or was expecting her any minute. That explained the nervousness and the rushes of my mother to the door
15.I went out of the dining-room,determined not to let my mother know that I had secretly examined the supper-table.And as I was crossing the corridor to the drawing-room there was a third ring at the door,and a third time my mother rushed out of the kitchen. “By Jove!”I thought.“Suppose it's Agnes.What a scene!" And trembling with expectation I opened the door. It was Mr.Nixon
15. I went out of the dining-room, determined not to let my mother know that I had secretly examined the supper-table. And as I was crossing the corridor to the drawing-room there was a third ring at the door, and a third time my mother rushed out of the kitchen. “By Jove!” I thought. “Suppose it’s Agnes. What a scene!” And trembling with expectation I opened the door. It was Mr. Nixon
16. Mr.Nixon was an old friend of the family,a man of forty-nine or fifty,who owned a hundred and seventy-five small houses in the town.He collected the rents himself,and attended to the repairs himself,and was known as a good landlord.He lived alone in Commerce Street,and,though not talkative,was usually jolly,with one or two good stories to tell.He was my mother's trustee,and had morally helped her in the difficult times before my father's early death. "Well,young man,"cried he coming in."So you're back in old Bursley!
16. Mr. Nixon was an old friend of the family, a man of forty-nine or fifty, who owned a hundred and seventy-five small houses in the town. He collected the rents himself, and attended to the repairs himself, and was known as a good landlord. He lived alone in Commerce Street, and , though not talkative, was usually jolly, with one or two good stories to tell. He was my mother’s trustee, and had morally helped her in the difficult times before my father’s early death. “Well, young man,” cried he coming in. “So you’re back in old Bursley!
I greeted him as gaily as I could,and then he shook hands with my mother,neither of them speaking "Mr.Nixon has come to supper,Philip,"said my mother. 17.I liked Mr.Nixon,but I was not too well pleased by this information,for I wanted to talk confidentially to my mother.And here was Mr.Nixon in to supper!I could not break it gently to my mother that I was engaged to a strange young woman in the presence of Mr.Nixon.Mr.Nixon had been in to supper several times during previous visits of mine,but never on the first night
I greeted him as gaily as I could, and then he shook hands with my mother, neither of them speaking. “Mr. Nixon has come to supper, Philip,” said my mother. 17. I liked Mr. Nixon, but I was not too well pleased by this information, for I wanted to talk confidentially to my mother. And here was Mr. Nixon in to supper! I could not break it gently to my mother that I was engaged to a strange young woman in the presence of Mr. Nixon. Mr. Nixon had been in to supper several times during previous visits of mine, but never on the first night