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Griggs, this new expedition is going to cost us something handsome, eh?" "Why, yes. I doubt whether you will get off under ten millions sterling. And where is it to come from? You will have a nice time making your assessments in Bengal, Mr. Ghyrkins, and we shall have an income-tax and all sorts of agreeable things." "Income-tax? Well, I think not. You see, Mr.
It was very natural that she should be thinking of Isaacs and the strange adventures he had just recounted; and if she had not cared about him she would not have changed colour. So I thought, at all events. "My dear, drink some water immediately, this curry is very hot deuced hot, in fact," said Mr. Ghyrkins, in perfectly good faith.
She was just then staring rather blankly into space. "Oh no," she said, trying to smile. "I was thinking." "Ah," said Mr. Ghyrkins merrily, "that is why you look so unlike yourself, my dear!" And he laughed at his rough little joke. "Do I?" asked the girl absently.
Currie Ghyrkins vainly attempted to stem the torrent of his eloquence, but at last pinned him on some erratic statement about tigers moulting later in the year and their skins not being worth taking. Kildare would have asserted with equal equanimity that all tigers shed their teeth and their tails in December; he was evidently trying to rouse Mr.
Any one might have seen it, and but for the wondrous fascination Isaacs exercised over every one who came near him, and the circumstances of his spotless name and reputation for integrity in the large transactions in which he was frequently known to be engaged, it is certain that Mr. Ghyrkins would have looked askance at the whole affair, and very likely would have broken up the party.
He was a Revenue Commissioner residing in Mudnugger; a rank Conservative; a regular old "John Company" man, with whom I had had more than one tiff in the columns of the Howler, leading to considerable correspondence. "I trust that our collision in the flesh has had no worse results than our tilts in print, Mr. Ghyrkins?" "Not at all. Oh don't mention it.
Kildare and the Pegnugger magistrate tried to keep up the spirits of the party, but John Westonhaugh was anxious about his sister, and even old Mr. Currie Ghyrkins was beginning to fancy there must be something wrong. We sat smoking outside, and the young girl refused to leave us, though John begged her to.
Currie Ghyrkins, and a board at the entrance of the ride drive there was none informed us that the estate bore the high-sounding title of "Carisbrooke Castle," in accordance with the Simla custom of calling little things by big names. Having reached the lawn near the house, we left our horses in charge of the saice and strolled up the short walk to the verandah.
No wonder they dallied long; it was their last evening together, and I doubted not that Isaacs was telling her of his sudden departure, necessary for reasons which I knew he would not explain to her or to any one else. At last we all assembled in the dining-tent. Mr. Currie Ghyrkins was among the first, and his niece was the last to enter the room.
"My dear sir," said Isaacs, addressing Ghyrkins, "if, when you were about to fire this morning to save that poor devil's life, I had begged you not to shoot, would you have complied?" "Why, of course not," ejaculated Ghyrkins angrily. "Well, neither can I comply, though I would give anything to stay with you all." "But nobody's life depends on your going away to-morrow morning. What do you mean?
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