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This time he made an unpleasant impression on us. "Well, it's a funny thing what luck I have with the women-folk! Eh? I've laughed till I'm ill! One wink, and it's all over with them! It's the d-devil!" He raised his white hairy hands, and slapped them down on his knees. And his eyes seem to reflect such frank astonishment, as if he were himself quite surprised at his good luck with women.
The purpose was a woman. I w-wanted to keep pace with her and her s-set. It was the set to which I rightly belonged, but I'd dropped out. I thought I p-preferred drink. I didn't after she got hold of me. I d-don't know why the d-devil I'm telling you all this." "I'm sorry, Severance," said Banneker honestly. The other raised his glass. "Here's to her," he said. He drank.
"What the d-devil d' you want? Get out of the way, d' ye hear? get out, I say!" "Axing your pardon, sir, an' meaning no offence, but summat was said about a bob, sir vun shilling!" "Damnation! Give the fellow his s-shilling, Dig, and then k-kick him out." Hereupon Mr. Smivvle, having felt through his pockets, slowly produced the coin demanded, and handing it to the bargeman, pointed to the door.
"But oh, Ronald, I don't understand, you always told me he was your friend, I thought " "Friend!" cried Barrymaine passionately. "He's a devil, I tell you he's a d-devil, oh " Barrymaine choked and fell back gasping; but, even as Cleone leaned above him all tender solicitude, he pushed her aside and, springing to his feet, reached out and caught Barnabas by the arm.
"Though excellent for eavesdropping, it appears!" added Barnabas. "What?" cried Barrymaine, starting up, "listening, were you s-spying on me is that your game, Chichester?" But hereupon Mr. Smivvle started forward. "Now, my dear Barry," he remonstrated, "be calm " "Calm? I tell you nobody's going to spy on me, no, by heaven! neither you, nor Chichester, nor the d-devil himself "
"Beverley," he cried, "you'll shield her from him w-when I'm gone, you'll l-look after her, won't you, Beverley? She's the only thing I ever loved except my accursed self. You will shield her from that d-devil!" Then, still clutching Barnabas, he turned and seized Cleone's hands. "Clo!" he cried, "dearest of sisters, if ever you need a f-friend when I'm gone, he's here.
D-devil of a place to ask gentleman to sit down in, but the Spanswick hasn't been round to clean the place this week damn her! S-scarcely blame her, though never gets paid except when Dig remembers it. Don't know what I should do without D-Dig, raised twenty pounds yesterday, damme if I know where! said it was watch but watch went weeks ago. Couldn't ever pay the Spanswick.
But, before I go I want you to promise to swear, Clo to s-swear to me " Barrymaine sat up suddenly and, laying his nervous hands upon her shoulders, leaned down to her in fierce eagerness, "You must s-swear to me n-never to see or have anything to do with that d-devil, Chichester, d' ye hear me, Clo, d' ye hear me?"
Then Ronald Barrymaine looked up and, seeing Barnabas, struggled to his knees: "Beverley!" he exclaimed, "oh, thank God! You'll save her from that d-devil I tried to kill him, b-but he was too quick for me. But you you'll save her!" "What do you mean? Is it Cleone? What do you mean speak!" said Barnabas, beginning to tremble. "Yes, yes!" muttered Barrymaine, passing a hand across his brow.
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