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"Bayliss taught me back in London. And, of course, I've played butlers when I was on the stage." Jimmy did not speak for a moment. "Did you ever play a kidnapper, dad?" he asked at length. "Sure. I was Chicago Ed. in a crook play called 'This Way Out. Why, surely you saw me in that? I got some good notices." Jimmy nodded. "Of course. I knew I'd seen you play that sort of part some time.
Crocker sat down and refreshed himself with cold coffee. "Quite an interesting game," said Bayliss. "But I find, now that you have explained it, sir, that it is familiar to me, though I have always known it under another name. It is played a great deal in this country." Mr. Crocker started to his feet. "It is? And I've been five years here without finding it out! When's the next game scheduled?"
Bayliss, nodding his head, sagaciously "Yes I am aware that such was his dearest wish. In fact he led me to believe that the matter was as good as settled." "She will not have me," said Clifford, gently "and I cannot compel her to marry me against her will indeed I would not if I could." The lawyer was so surprised that he was obliged to take off his glasses and polish them.
She had only put a little powder on her hair and drawn its curling richness into a seemly knot. She had whitened the bloom of her cheeks, and taken on that little pathetic droop of the shoulders he remembered in Ellen Bayliss the day he saw her in his last hurried trip to Marshmead. He had not spoken to her then.
They reached the end of the deck, and turned. Ann looked up at him. "I've hardly seen anything of you since we sailed," she said. She spoke almost reproachfully. "Tell me all about yourself, Mr. Bayliss. Why are you going to America?" Jimmy had had an impassioned indictment of the Rollos on his tongue, but she had closed the opening for it as quickly as she had made it.
Where are you going to have yours?" "I don't know that I'll ever have one. I think I'll run about the world a little before I draw my plans," he replied sarcastically. "Take me with you, Claude!" said Gladys in a tone of sudden weariness. From that spiritless murmur Enid suspected that Bayliss had captured Gladys' hand under the buffalo robe. Grimness had settled down over the sleighing party.
He’s ’bout th’ most peaceful hombre I ever rode with." "Rider for Rennie, eh? I might have known!" Bayliss snapped. "And what about this one—he riding for Rennie, too?" He pointed to Anse. "He’s my cousin," Drew returned. "He just got into town." "Another Rebel?" Anse stood up. "If you mean was I with th’ Confederate army, Yankee—I sure was, from Shiloh clean through. Got me this to prove it.
The latter may have been "concentred all on self," but his wealth consisted of one hundred and thirty-three dollars and forty cents and his name was so far from being proud that the mere sight of it in the files of the New York Sunday Chronicle, the record-room of which he had just been visiting, had made him consider the fact that he had changed it to Bayliss the most sensible act of his career.
I turned as I reached the entrance of the hotel and looked back. He was still standing there, staring at me. That afternoon I spent in my room. There is little use describing my feelings. That she was in Paris I was sure now. That Bayliss had seen her I was equally sure. But why had he spoken and looked as he did when I first spoke of Heathcroft's story?
"I wonder if you'd take it all right if I told you a joke on Bayliss?" "I expect I would." Claude's tone was not at all eager. "You saw Bayliss today? Notice anything queer about him, one eye a little off colour? Did he tell you how he got it?" "No. I didn't ask him." "Just as well.
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