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Hunt, after showing his credentials, was received with civility at Messrs. Ackroyd & Holt's. When he had completed the usual examination of their various apparatus he asked for certain books. He took them to a desk, and sitting down, began to study the certificate blocks. His first care was to compare the list of outward lorries which he and Willis had made with the blocks for the same period.
Judge Ackroyd, you know, better known as 'Oily' Ackroyd. He's a smooth old rascal." "Indeed? What particular sort?" "Oh, most sorts, in private. Professionally, he's a legislative crook; head lobbyist of the Consolidated." "Ever hear of his collecting insects?" "Never heard of his collecting anything but graft. In fact, he'd have been in jail years ago, but for his family connections.
At last she leaned forward and said: 'What are you thinking of, Blue-eyes? Thyrza drew a deep sigh. 'I don't know, Lyddy. It's so hot, I don't feel able to do anything. 'But you're always thinking and thinking. What is it that troubles you? 'I feel dull. 'Why don't you like to go out with Mr. Ackroyd? Lydia asked. 'Why do you so much want me to, Lyddy?
Lydia smiled; it was all she could do. She did not know for certain that he had yet heard the news. 'I want you, he continued 'to give your sister my good wishes. Will you? 'Yes, I will, Mr. Ackroyd. 'Grail came and told me all about it. It wasn't pleasant to hear, but he's a good fellow and I'm not surprised at his luck.
'Do you yield to that? he said within himself as he looked from face to face. 'Are your ears hopelessly sealed, your minds immutably earthen? Grail Oh yes, Grail had the right intelligence in his eyes; but Ackroyd, but Bunce? Ackroyd thought of the meaning of the words; no more.
And I don't think you'd have said a word about it if I hadn't made you. It's broken off for good? 'I believe it is. Neither spoke for a while. Then Thyrza said: 'I suppose you see Mr. Ackroyd sometimes at the house? 'Sometimes, the other replied, heedlessly. 'Does he talk to you, Lyddy? 'A little. Just a little, sometimes. 'But why has he broken off with Totty? What does Totty say about it?
I know what he means. He's a cruel coward! It's a lie that he's seen Thyrza coming out of the library! Why, I tell you there is no books there! How could she help to put them on the shelves? You shall come with me this minute to the Bowers' house! You can't refuse to do that, Mr. Ackroyd: it's only fair, it's only justice.
Tilly Roach took leave at the same time. Totty and Miss West chatted a little longer, then put on their hats to have a ramble in Lambeth Walk. They had not gone many paces from the house when they were overtaken by some one, who said: 'Totty! I want to speak to you. Totty would not look round. It was Ackroyd's voice. 'I say, Totty! But she walked on. Ackroyd remained on the edge of the pavement.
He was turning over the leaves of one of his books, but kept glancing towards her as she drew near. He wished to speak, and she stopped. 'Do you think, he said, with diffidence, 'that your sister would come out to-morrow after tea? Lydia kept her eyes down. 'I don't know, Mr. Ackroyd, she answered. 'I'll ask her; I don t think she's going anywhere. 'It won't be like last Sunday?
'It keeps up my courage; this old timber o' mine stumps time on the pavement, and I feel I'm good for something yet. If only the hand'll keep steady! Firm enough yet, eh, Mr. Ackroyd? He swept the bow through a few ringing chords. 'Firm enough, said Luke, 'and a fine tone, too. I suppose the older the fiddle is the better it gets? 'Ah, 'taint like these fingers.
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