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"But I'd much rather have the money than the beads even if a dozen queens wore them." Her sound practicalness rang harshly in the exotic atmosphere of the room. "I explained to Mr. Dominez your situation and your ambition," Cornelius Allendyce put in almost apologetically. "Mr. Allendyce will represent you in this deal, Miss Lynch, if you care to think the sale over.
Allendyce, lifting his eyes from the patent-leather tips of his shoes, said quietly: "I will carry out your commands to the best of my ability." There followed, then, a great deal of discussion over details. And, while carefully jotting figures and memoranda in a neat, morocco bound note-book, the little man of law felt as though he were writing the opening chapters of some fairy-tale.
"If Missy wants a young lydy for a companion, well, she's a right to the kind of young lydy she wants." But Budge had escaped the reach of his voice. In the library Cornelius Allendyce was patting Robin on the head. "Well, you've won out in the first skirmish, my dear. But keep your weapons at hand."
He drew an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Cornelius Allendyce. "Read it." "This model is Dale Lynch's. I am taking it to him. When I see my guardian, I shall make him buy it for the Forsyth Mills. Cornelius Allendyce looked up from the bit of paper. He had suddenly recalled the frightened little girl he had first brought to Gray Manor. "Who'd believe that the child had the nerve?"
Budge worked far into the night writing a letter to Cornelius Allendyce, commanding that gentleman to come to the Manor and see for himself how things were going and put an end, once and for all, to the whole nonsense that she'd up and walk out if it weren't for her loyalty to Madame Forsyth, a loyalty sadly strained in the last few months.
It struck me, as I looked at her, that her coming to Wassumsic to the Manor, might change things, here, quite a bit." "It has it will," mumbled Mr. Allendyce. For a moment, just to relieve his feelings, he wondered if he might not confide in this very human man the ordeal he must face with Madame Forsyth when his reckoning came. "My wife is prostrated with it all.
Allendyce suddenly felt so excited that he wriggled on the rickety chair until it creaked threateningly. "If you had money, Miss Gordon what would you do?" "Why I'd run away." She answered with startling promptness. "Oh, I don't mean that I'm not happy here. I love it. And I adore Jimmie. But I'm a girl and I'm lame, so I'm a a millstone 'round Jimmie's neck!" "What in the world "
"Mother, you can have it! You can have it!" Beryl rushed to and knelt by big Danny's chair. "That's what I was trying to tell you. That man will give you fifteen thousand dollars for those beads! Really, truly. See, he gave me all this money today. And Mr. Allendyce will put the rest in the bank. Oh, I know it's hard to believe but it's true. You can ask Mr. Allendyce."
On the morning of his contemplated invasion of Patchin Place in search of a Forsyth heir he knotted a lavender scarf about his neck and felt oddly excited. Such a sudden and unexplainable impulse, he thought, must portend adventure. With a notion that all artists were "at home" at tea time, Mr. Allendyce waited until four o'clock before he approached his agreeable task.
Cornelius Allendyce had returned to New York from Gray Manor with his mind pleasantly at ease so far as Gordon Forsyth was concerned. His associates noticed a certain smugness and satisfaction about him and they often caught him smiling at inappropriate moments and then pulling himself together as though his thoughts had been wandering far from fields of law.
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