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"Why don't you ride on a private road of your own if no one ain't to speak to you?" asked the heath-keeper, perceiving more and more clearly the bearing of the matter. "Can't no one make a passin' remark to you, Touchy? Ain't I good enough to speak to you? Been struck wooden all of a sudden?" Mr. Hoopdriver stared into the Immensity of the Future. He was rigid with emotion.
I wasn't so backward. I did algebra, and Latin up to auxiliary verbs, and French genders. I got a kind of grounding." "And now you mean, should you go on working?" "Yes," said Mr. Hoopdriver. "That's it. You can't do much at drapery without capital, you know. But if I could get really educated. I've thought sometimes..." "Why not?" said the Young Lady in Grey. Mr.
"No," said Mr. Hoopdriver; "it isn't half a bad way of getting about." "For a young and newly married couple, a tandem bicycle must be, I should imagine, a delightful bond." "Quite so," said Mr. Hoopdriver, reddening a little. "Do you ride a tandem?" "No we're separate," said Mr. Hoopdriver. "The motion through the air is indisputably of a very exhilarating description."
But we doubt the quality of his determination and of the lasting influence of the "more wonderful desires and ambitions replacing those discrepant dreams." We have only followed Hoopdriver through a ten-day episode, but all his story has been told. We are in quite a different position with regard to Lewisham.
Certainly she had been crying; her eyes were swimming in tears, and the other man in brown looked exceedingly disconcerted. Mr. Hoopdriver descended and stood over his machine. "Nothing wrong, I hope?" he said, looking the other man in brown squarely in the face. "No accident?" "Nothing," said the other man in brown shortly. "Nothing at all, thanks." "But," said Mr.
Hoopdriver, reading the rest in her face, and he turned to pick up his machine at once. Then he dropped it and assisted her to mount. At the sight of Jessie mounting against the sky line the people coming up the hill suddenly became excited and ended Jessie's doubts at once. Two handkerchiefs waved, and some one shouted.
Hoopdriver took up a position which commanded the inn door, and mopped his face and thirsted and smoked a Red Herring cigarette. They remained in the inn for some time. A number of chubby innocents returning home from school, stopped and formed a line in front of him, and watched him quietly but firmly for the space of ten minutes or so. "Go away," said he, and they only seemed quietly interested.
It was only late in the long evening that, quite abruptly, he began to repent, vividly and decidedly, having fled these two people. He was getting hungry, and that has a curious effect upon the emotional colouring of our minds. The man was a sinister brute, Hoopdriver saw in a flash of inspiration, and the girl she was in some serious trouble.
"It's like this," said Charlie, appealing to everyone except Hoopdriver. "Here's me, got to take in her ladyship's dinner to-morrow night. How should I look with a black eye? And going round with the carriage with a split lip?" "If you don't want your face sp'iled, Charlie, why don't you keep your mouth shut?" said the person in gaiters. "Exactly," said Mr.
J. Hoopdriver presents his compliments." But the grave note reasserted itself. "Might trundle back there in an hour, of course, and exchange them. MY old crock's so blessed shabby. He's sure to be spiteful too. Have me run in, perhaps. Then she'd be in just the same old fix, only worse. You see, I'm her Knight-errant. It complicates things so."
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