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"I'll be with you eftsoons or right speedily." "Thanks, old man." "What appears to be the difficulty?" "Well, as a matter of fact, I thought I saw a snake!" "A snake!" "I'll tell you all about it when you come down." Archie found Lord Seacliff seated on his bed. An arresting aroma of mixed drinks pervaded the atmosphere. "I say! What?" said Archie, inhaling. "That's all right.
He looked like a horse with a secret sorrow. He coughed three times, like a horse who, in addition to a secret sorrow, had contracted asthma. "You will find Seacliff changed," he said. "Let me see, how long is it since you and he met?" Archie reflected. "I was demobbed just about a year ago. I saw him in Paris about a year before that.
"Archie Moffam! I have been trying to find you all the morning." Archie had placed him now. He had not seen General Mannister for several years not, indeed, since the days when he used to meet him at the home of young Lord Seacliff, his nephew. Archie had been at Eton and Oxford with Seacliff, and had often visited him in the Long Vacation. "Halloa, General! What ho, what ho!
In fact, to cut a long story short, I induced him to accompany me to America. I am attached to the British Legation in Washington now, you know." "Oh, really?" "I wished Seacliff to come with me to Washington, but he insists on remaining in New York. He stated specifically that the thought of living in Washington gave him the what was the expression he used?" "The pip?" "The pip. Precisely."
Then, after a hard-fought campaign, he finally secured a grudging consent to put his idea to the test and, armed with his batch of Seacliff Fabrics brought up to date, he had set out four months ago for the United States with the happy result just related. Well!
What on earth are you doing over here?" "Let's get out of this crush, my boy." General Mannister steered Archie into a side-street, "That's better." He cleared his throat once or twice, as if embarrassed. "I've brought Seacliff over," he said, finally. "Dear old Squiffy here? Oh, I say! Great work!" General Mannister did not seem to share his enthusiasm.
Perhaps you've heard of the firm of Seabrook & Clifford?" Esther had not. "No, of course not. I forgot you don't know England. It's an important firm, though, several big factories. They make the Seacliff Fabrics. Sir Charles was our Conservative member for years. He has a place near my home, between Chester and Altringham. I've often seen him." "There is a Lady Clifford with the doctor now.
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I want to leave poor Seacliff in your charge while I am gone." "Oh, I say! What!" "You can look after him. I am credibly informed that even now there are places in New York where a determined young man may obtain the er stuff, and I should be infinitely obliged and my poor sister would be infinitely grateful if you would keep an eye on him." He hailed a taxi-cab.
At half-past two Lord Seacliff awoke. His hours of slumber were always irregular. He sat up in bed and switched the light on. He was a shock-headed young man with a red face and a hot brown eye. He yawned and stretched himself. His head was aching a little. The room seemed to him a trifle close. He got out of bed and threw open the window.