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"Any of 'em wanted to-night, sir?" asked the sturdy boy, the moment he saw the policeman. "What does he mean?" said Amelius. "There's a sprinkling of thieves among them, sir," the policeman explained. "Stand out of the way, Jacob, and let the gentleman look in." He produced his lantern, and directed the light downwards, as he spoke. Amelius looked in.
"I mentioned," Rufus added slyly, "that I didn't reckon you would mount the platform. But he's a sanguine creature, that secretary and he said he'd try." "Why should I say No?" Amelius asked, a little irritably. "The secretary pays me a compliment, and offers me an opportunity of spreading our principles.
"That girl would never have made the right wife for you, Amelius: you're well out of it. Forget that you ever knew these people; and let us talk of something else. How is Sally?" At that ill-timed inquiry, Amelius showed his temper again. He was in a state of nervous irritability which made him apt to take offence, where no offence was intended.
Too completely pre-occupied, or too innocent in the ways of London, to understand the man, Amelius decided on trying the coffee-house. A suspicious old woman met them at the door, and spied the policeman in the background. Without waiting for any inquiries, she said, "All full for to-night," and shut the door in their faces. "Is there no other place?" said Amelius.
"You had better speak more plainly still, Miss Regina," he said. "You may as well blame me at once for the misfortune of being a man." She drew back a step. "I don't understand you," she answered. "Do I owe no forbearance to a woman who asks a favour of me?" Amelius went on. "If a man had asked me to steal into the house on tiptoe, I should have said well!
It is at least possible that the means of discovery may be found in the bedroom." They went out together, taking the first cab that passed them. Amelius proceeded alone to the hotel. Rufus was in his room. "What's gone wrong?" he asked, the moment Amelius opened the door. "Shake hands, my son, and smother up that little trouble between us in silence. Your face alarms me it does! What of Sally?"
Well, it's the same in my country; I don't know what he does, with You: he always turns up, with Us, just at the time when you least want to see him." There was another man an older and a richer man than Amelius; equally assiduous in his attentions to the aunt and to the niece; submissively polite to his favoured young rival.
The nearest trunk-maker supplied a travelling-box to hold all these treasures; and a passing cab took Amelius back to his lodgings, just as the half-hour was out. But one event had happened during his absence. The landlady had knocked at the door, had called through it in a terrible voice, "Half an hour more!" and had retired again without waiting for an answer.
Under such circumstances as these alone, on a rainy November day, in a lodging on the dreary eastward side of the Tottenham Court Road even Amelius bore the aspect of a melancholy man. He was angry with his cigar because it refused to light freely.
"One thing I want to know, before you tell me anything else," Amelius resumed. "Is my written description of Jervy plain enough to help you to find him?" "It's so plain, sir, that some of the older men in our office have recognized him by it under another name than the name you give him." "Does that add to the difficulty of tracing him?"
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