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A man opened the door hurriedly and peered in: Bassett was wanted elsewhere, he said. Without rising Bassett bade him wait outside. The man seemed to understand that he was to act as guard, and he began patroling the corridor. The sound of his steps on the tiles was plainly distinguishable as he passed the door. "It's all right now," Bassett explained. "No one will come in here."
It seemed, however, to those nearest him, that the bit of yellow paper shook slightly in Bassett's hand The clerk droned on to an inattentive audience. Bassett put down the telegram, looked about, and then got upon his feet. The lieutenant-governor, yawning and idly playing with his gavel, saw with relief that the senator from Fraser wished to interrupt the proceedings. "Mr. President."
A letter admitted to be written by Sir Charles Bassett. That letter shall be read to you. The letter was then read. The counsel resumed: "Conceive, if you can, the effect of this blow, just as my unhappy and most deserving client was rising a little in the world. I shall prove that it excluded him from Mr. Hardwicke's house, and other houses too.
Lucy was very pale, and the hands that held her sewing twitched nervously. Suddenly she stood up and put a hand on David's shoulder. Dick was whistling on the kitchen porch. Louis Bassett was standing at the back of the theater, talking to the publicity man of The Valley company, Fred Gregory. Bassett was calm and only slightly interested.
But the pale and anxious fathers were in no state to see pictures they only saw their children Sir Charles and Richard Bassett came round with the general rush, saw, and dashed into the pit. Strange to say, neither knew the other was there.
It will mean a lot to the state, to the whole country." "And so much, oh, so much to him!" Just what had passed between Bassett and Sylvia he only surmised; but it was clear that the warmth with which he had spoken of his old employer was grateful to Sylvia.
I want to show you something." Suddenly, with the letter in his hand, Bassett laughed and then tore it open. There was only a sheet of blank paper inside. "I wasn't sure you'd see it, and I didn't think you'd fall for it if you did," he observed. "But I was pretty sure you didn't want me to see Melis. Now I know it." "Well, I didn't," Gregory said sullenly. "Just the same, I expect to see him.
Stafford and several members of Bassett Oliver's company had motored over from Norcaster and had succeeded in getting good places: there were half-a-dozen reporters from Norcaster and Northborough, and plain-clothes police from both towns. And there, too, were all the principal folk of the neighbourhood, and Mrs.
Rolfe this; and then for the first time let out that his wife's not writing to him at the asylum had surprised and alarmed him; he was on thorns. Mr. Boddington returned in the middle of the night, and at breakfast time Sir Charles had a note to say Lady Bassett was at 119 Gloucester Place, Portman Square.
"That's Marian's favorite," she said. "That afternoon, after the convention, you remember " "Of course, Mr. Bassett; I remember perfectly." "You laughed!" They both smiled; and it seemed to him that now, as then, it was a smile of understanding, a curious reciprocal exchange that sufficed without elucidation in words. "Well!" said Sylvia. "Would you mind telling me just why you laughed?" "Oh!
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