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More than a year of separation, spent by the one in accumulating memories of dishonour, had given the other an enviable position among men; Earwaker had his place in the social system, his growing circle of friends, his congenial labour; perhaps notwithstanding the tone in which he spoke of marriage his hopes of domestic happiness. All this with no sacrifice of principle.
Who is she? Why didn't you write to tell me? 'The word has a less specific meaning, my dear fellow, replied Earwaker, laughing. 'Only you of all men would have rushed at the wrong one. I mean to say if your excitement can take in so common a fact that I have promised to dine with some people at Notting Hill, and mustn't disappoint them.
Would they join in the laughter certain to be excited by 'Peak's Dining and Refreshment Rooms'? Probably; how could they help it? Earwaker might be superior to a prejudice of that kind; his own connections were of humble standing. But Warricombe must wince and shrug his shoulders.
Earwaker and the girl's governess were the only strangers present, when, on a morning of June, Malkin and Bella were declared by the Church to be henceforth one and indivisible. The bride wore a graceful travelling costume; the bridegroom was in corresponding attire. 'Heaven be thanked, that's over! exclaimed Malkin, as he issued from the portal.
Then the two walked away together. He looked ill, sallow, worn out. Let me know if you hear. On that same day, Earwaker received another letter, with the Roman post-mark. It was from Peak. 'I have had nothing particular to tell you. A month ago I thought I should never write to you again; I got malarial fever, and lay desperately ill at the Ospedale Internazionale at Naples.
Earwaker drew aside, and allowed his tumultuous friend to rush into the nearest room. 'Why haven't you written? confound you! was again vociferated, amid bursts of boyish laughter. 'Why hasn't anybody written? 'If everybody was as well informed of your movements as I, I don't wonder, replied the journalist.
A last piece of counsel: throw overboard the weekly rag, and write for people capable of understanding you. Earwaker was not at all likely to institute a search; he would accept the situation, and wait with quiet curiosity for its upshot.
If not, I must look out for cleaner occupation. 'Go it, my boy! Go it! cried Malkin, slapping his companion's knee violently. 'Raise the tone! To the devil with mercenary considerations! Help the proletariat out of its grovelling position. They approached the street where Earwaker had to alight.
Wasn't that democratic? He inquired dubiously, and Earwaker for a moment had no reply but his familiar 'M m m! 'No, it was not democratic, the journalist decided at length; 'it was pride of intellect. 'Think so? Then look here. If it happens that a whining wretch stops me in the street to beg, what do you suppose is my feeling? I am ashamed in the sense of my own prosperity.
They only need a little care. I should think you might keep the creature in your kitchen; they become quite affectionate. The offer was unhesitatingly declined, and Malkin looked hurt. There needed a good deal of genial explanation before Earwaker could restore him to his sprightly mood. 'Where have you been dining? cried the traveller. 'Moxey's ah, I remember. But who is Moxey?
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