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"You see," said Ozzie, "my old man owns a controlling interest in the Eagle Company. That's how I happen to know." "I see," murmured Mr. Prohack, speculating wildly in private as to the identity of Ozzie's old man. When Ozzie with a nod and a smile and a re-fixing of his monocle left the cubicle to enter the studio, he left Mr.
"You needn't," she spluttered. "It's not Ozzie's wedding. It's mine. You fix your own date, dearest, and leave Ozzie to me, Ozzie's only function at my wedding is to be indispensable." And still laughing in the most crude and shocking way she ran on her uneven feet out of the room, leaving the shoe behind on the hearth-rug to prove that she really existed and was not a hallucination.
"Yes, Ozzie gave me Ozzie, and I gave him me." "I suppose the idea was yours?" "Of course. Didn't I tell you yesterday that Ozzie's only function at my wedding was to be indispensable. He was very much afraid at first when I started on the scheme, but he soon warmed up to it. I'll give him credit for seeing that secrecy was the only thing.
Ozzie's very prudent, I'm glad to say, and so am I. We're going to save hard for a few years, and then we shall see how things are." "But you can't possibly stay on living in a place like this!" Mr. Prohack protested, smiling diplomatically to soften the effect of his words. "Who can't?" "You can't." "But when you say me, do you mean your daughter or Ozzie's wife?
From all which it follows, my dear Morfey, that your mission to me here this evening is a somewhat illogical, futile, and unnecessary mission, and that the missioner must be either singularly old-fashioned and conventional or laughing in his sleeve at me. No!" Mr. Prohack with a nineteenth century wave of the hand deprecated Ozzie's interrupting protest. "No!
Prohack found satisfaction in the naturalness, the freedom from pose, of Ozzie's diffident and disconcerted demeanour. His sympathy for the young man was increased by the young man's increasing consternation. "Again," resumed Mr. Prohack, ignoring Ozzie's hope. "Take the case of Sissie herself. Sissie's education was designed and superintended by myself.
He had decided that his duty was to inform Ozzie of the mysterious disappearance of Sissie as quickly as possible; and, as Ozzie's theatrical day was not supposed to begin until noon, he hoped to catch him before his departure to the beck and call of the mighty Asprey Chown.
Ozzie's lived here for years, and he's given lots of parties here tea-parties, of course." Mr. Prohack paused, perceiving that he had put himself in the wrong.
Then have you got some cheese, or anything of that sort?" "No. I don't keep cheese in the place. You see, the smell of it in these little flats " "Any bread? Anything at all?" "I'm afraid we've finished up pretty nearly all there was, except Ozzie's egg for breakfast to-morrow morning." "This is serious," observed Mr. Prohack, tapping enquiringly the superficies of his digestive apparatus.
The girl was accusing him of folly, while questioning Ozzie's definition of the difference between Georgian and neo-Georgian verse. The girl had apparently become the censor of society at large. Mysterious cross-currents ran over the table in all directions. Mr.
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