(Rosey's father was a King's officer, not a Company's officer,
thank God!) She would stay as long at least as Rosey's situation
continued, at Boulogne, if not in London, but with her child. They might
refuse to send her money, having robbed her of all her own, but she would
pawn her gown off her back for her child. Whimpers from Rosey--cries of
"Mamma, mamma, compose yourself,"--convulsive sobs--clenched knuckles--
flashing eyes--embraces rapidly clutched--laughs--stamps--snorts--from
the dishevelled Campaigner; grinding teeth--livid fury and repeated
breakages of the third commandment by Clive--I can fancy the whole scene.
He returned to London without his wife, and when she came she brought
Mrs. Mackenzie with her.
CHAPTER LXXV
Founder's Day at the Grey Friars
Rosey came, bringing discord and wretchedness with her to her husband,
and the sentence of death or exile to his dear old father, all of which
we foresaw--all of which Clive's friends would have longed to prevent--
all of which were inevitable under the circumstances.
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