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"What time is it?" "Eleven o'clock, sir." "Eleven o'clock! Good God! Why hasn't Miss Warburton come?" As if Machin was responsible for Miss Warburton!... No! Mr. Prohack was not behaving nicely, and it cannot be hidden that he lacked the grandeur of mind which distinguishes most of us. "Miss Warburton was here before ten o'clock, sir." "Then why hasn't she come up?"
On his face and on the faces of the other two was the cheerful admission that tales of the doings of Alderman Machin, the great local card, at Wilkins's if he succeeded in getting in would be cheap at half-a-crown. Porters cried out "Euston!" It was rather late in the afternoon when Edward Henry arrived in front of the façade of Wilkins's.
And when he looked at her, calmed, he knew that he had done well for himself. He knew that if he had not yielded to that terrific impulse he would have done badly for himself. Mrs Machin had what she called a ticklish night of it. The next day he received a note from Ruth, dated Southport, inquiring how he came to lose her on the landing-stage, and expressing concern.
"I'd better tell you." Mr. Marrier essayed a rapid explanation. "Mr. Machin wanted a list of the raight sort of people to ask to the corner-stone-laying of his theatah. So I used this as a basis." Elsie April smiled again: "Very good!" she approved. "What is your list, Marrier?" asked Edward Henry. It was Elsie who replied: "People to be invited to the dramatic soirée of the Azure Society.
When people are expected to dinner and fail to appear they usually give notice of the failure." "But, father, I told Machin." "I said 'anybody. Don't you know that the whole theory of the society which you adorn is based on the assumption that Machin is nobody?"
And Colonel John saw that he had guessed aright: the speaker no longer took the trouble to hide his episcopal cross and chain, or the ring on his finger. There was an increase of dignity, too, in his manner. His very cordiality seemed a condescension. Captain Machin bowed silently, while The McMurrough and the O'Beirnes looked darkly at the Colonel.
"Neither can I!" Mr. Prohack admitted, quite truthfully. He saw that he ought to have been gravely upset by Sissie'a prank and he was merely amused. "Effect of too much sleep, no doubt," he added. Eve walked about the room. "I pretended to Machin this morning that Sissie had told me that she was sleeping out, and that I had forgotten to tell Machin.
Alderman Machin, the well-known Midlands capitalist, and so on!" Mr. Marrier repeated, "and so on." "It's a notion," said Rose Euclid, dreamily. "But how can we be photographed?" Carlo Trent demanded with irritation. "Perfectly easy." "Now?" "In ten minutes. I know a photographer in Brook Street." "Would he come at once?" Carlo Trent frowned at his watch. "Rather!" Mr.
"Look here, mother," said he, "you must have a doctor." "I shall have no doctor." "You've got influenza, and it's a very tricky business influenza is; you never know where you are with it." "Ye can call it influenza if ye like," said Mrs Machin. "There was no influenza in my young days. We called a cold a cold." "Well," said Denry, "you aren't well, are you?"
In a week there was a painted board affixed to the door of Denry's mother: E.H. MACHIN, Rent Collector and Estate Agent. There was also an advertisement in the Signal, announcing that Denry managed estates large or small. The next crucial event in Denry's career happened one Monday morning, in a cottage that was very much smaller even than his mother's.
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