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Outside the ante-room to Christopher's private office the glass was strewn on the pathway, and that was the only sign in the mill yard of what had occurred. Christopher found a group already assembled round Ann Barty's cottage. They drew back from him with curious eyes. "Is anyone with her?" he asked, his hand on the latch. "Mrs.
Mangan, who had been too much harassed by Hannah's failure to decode her signals, to attend, heard the name only, and said lovingly: "The dear boy! How nice for him and you to meet so far away from home, Father!" Barty's satisfaction at his mother's unexpected comment took the form of kicking his sister, heavily.
The situation in general had not been made easier for her by Barty's tragic offer of assistance in some mysterious and advancing stress, or by the certainty that she tried to shake, but could not, of what his eyes had said to her.
Barty's husky, shaking voice murmured. "Give him, O Lord, eternal rest, and let perpetual light shine upon him " The door was opened and Evans said: "The police are here, and are asking for Mr. Mangan." Barty rose from his knees; without a word, he placed the prayer book in Larry's hands, and left the room.
Of course, they all expressed themselves delighted, and as the entire Wopples family had already gone to their hotel, Mr Wopples with his three guests went out of the theatre and wended their way towards the same place, only dropping into two or three bars on the way to have drinks at Barty's expense.
"Burke, 1047; Coppinger, 705;" Barty's voice sounded flat and without emotion. "Majority against us, 342. Can you hear? Adverse majority, 342! They've beaten us to babby-rags!" The voice ceased. Larry said: "All right, old chap. Thanks!" and hung up the receiver. He returned to the dirty, comfortable old sofa by the fire. Beaten! and Larry was used to victory.
Larry pulled himself from reverie to ejaculate further general approval; then he rose from the table, upon which Barty's books had been displayed, and drawing forward an easel on which was a framed canvas covered by some vivid oriental drapery, he arranged it carefully with regard to the light. Then he caught away the drapery, stepping back, quickly, from the easel.
Vandeloup had heard Barty's vocal performance, and could not forbear a smile as he thought of the young man's three songs with the same accompaniment to each. Suppressing, however, his inclination to laugh, he asked Barty to have a drink, which invitation was promptly accepted, and they walked in search of a hotel. On the way, they passed Slivers' house, and here Vandeloup paused.
But this triumph did not silence Barty's tongue, nor soften his heart. When she prayed to be forgiven, as she herself forgave others, she always exempted Barty Burgess from her prayers. There are things which flesh and blood cannot do. She had not liked Harry Burgess' widow, nor for the matter of that, Harry Burgess himself.
He'll take up no case but what pleases him, and he'll touch nothing if he thinks he'll make money out of it!" "Ah! He was always a fool for himself!" replied, heartily, Barty's great-aunt, Mrs. Cantwell, to whom the comment had been offered.