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He's the very subject for sea-sickness, the brute! . . . And the two will probably pass one another at some time in the middle of the night, while I'm sleeping like a top after a happy day at Bursfield." "You count on Chandon's coming?" "Here's the telegram 'Return Meriton Wednesday at latest. Important. Sally Breward." "Will that fetch him?" "Of course it will.
As soon as I arrived I was irresistibly drawn into Chandon's hospitable house, and could not refuse to remain there for a couple of days. I found in Chandon a passionate admirer of my operas, particularly of Rienzi, the first performance of which he had witnessed during his Dresden days.
Now, between ourselves, all stewards, land agents, bailiffs whatever you choose to call 'em are the curse of our system, and Miles Chandon's happens to be the worst specimen." "H'm," said Sir Elphinstone reflectively. "Poor devil!" he added, a few moments later, and then Miss Sally giving him no encouragement to pursue the subject "Ten minutes past seven the car will be waiting.
Almost in the darkness you could see her throwing back her head and laughing. She had a noble contralto voice, with a rich mannish purr in it. "You are mistaken, Elphinstone. But even so, my excellent brother, you might understand it if your estate lay in the west and ran with Miles Chandon's."
But when, in Homer's words, they had put from them the desire of meat and drink, and had mounted and bidden Mrs. Tossell farewell, Parson Chichester reopened the conversation. "You believe the child's story, then?" "Why, of course; and so must you. Man alive, truth was written all over it!" "Yes, yes; I was using a fashion of speech. And the boy?" "Is Miles Chandon's son.
Our trusty servant Therese, a Swabian girl, had been sneered at by a crazy hooligan, but when she realised that he understood German, she succeeded in quieting him for a time by calling him Schweinhund at the top of her voice. Poor Kietz was struck dumb with disappointment, and Chandon's 'Fleur du Jardin' was growing sour in the storeroom.
I was weary, ashamed of my curiosity, and followed the search no further." "You must follow it now," said Parson Chichester quietly. "That's understood." "What do you propose as the first step?" "Why, to ride to Meriton to-morrow, and get Miles Chandon's address. He's somewhere in the South of France.
If the skin's broken we had better cauterise." Miss Sally confessed afterwards that she would have enjoyed operating on the man with a red-hot poker: "and I'd have used the biggest poker in the house." But Doctor Glasson arose, felt himself, and announced that it was unnecessary. "Mr. Chichester tells me you wish for Sir Miles Chandon's address.
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