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Just find out from Benham, will you, Wilder, whether Mr. Henry is coming down?" The footman left the room, returning in a moment with the answer that Mr. Henry was about to come down. Garrett moved to the door, but Clare stopped him. "I want you, Garrett you can bear me out!" "I thought that my opinion was of so little importance," he answered sulkily, "that I might as well go."
The urgency of getting away from something dominated Benham to the exclusion of any thought of what he might be getting to. That muddle of his London life had to be left behind. First, escape.... Over the downs great numbers of larks were singing. It was warm April that year and early.
She had never thought about anything in all her life for more than half an hour and it had always turned out remarkably well. Benham felt baffled. There was a pause. How on earth could he go on telling her his ideas if this was how they were to be taken? "I wish sometimes," his mother said abruptly, with an unusually sharp note in her voice, "that you wouldn't look quite so like your father."
"Or will have." "Out of Minóok?" "Out of Minóok." "In a sort of a kind of a way. I think I understand." Benham wagged his head. "He's talkin' for a market." Dillon smoked. "Goin' out to stir up a boom, and sell his claim to some sucker."
"Of course," said Billy, "if you don't decide on a game, you'll just go on like this. You'll fall into a groove, you'll you'll hunt. You'll go to Scotland for the grouse." For the moment Prothero had no further suggestions. Benham waited for a second or so before he broached his own idea. "Why, first of all, at any rate, Billy, shouldn't one use one's money to make the best of oneself?
The smoke and flame blew black and orange across his face as he said: "Every dollar that's taken out of the Klondyke in gold-dust will cost three dollars in coin." A sense of distinct dislike to Benham had spread through the company a fellow who called American enterprise love of gambling, for whom heroism was foolhardy, and hope insane.
For a week or so the school was exhilarated by a vain and ill-concealed hope that the head might try it just to see if Benham would. It was tantalizingly within the bounds of possibility.... These incidents came back to White's mind as he turned over the newspapers in the upper drawer of the bureau.
She looked upon him now with a sort of dismayed terror, but it developed that there was nothing to fear from the fair youth. He had no attention to waste upon social amenities. He fell upon his food with a wolfish passion extraordinary to see and also alas! to hear. Miss Benham turned from him to meet Ste. Marie's delighted eye.
It gave the youth just grown to manhood, but anyhow fully grown. It presented the far-dreaming intellectualist shaped. Benham had called it ARISTOCRACY. But he was far away by now from political aristocracy. This time he had not begun with definitions and generalizations, but with a curiously subjective appeal.
Across the room, he had already caught a glimpse of Corinna, in a queenly gown of white and silver brocade. She had stopped dancing now; and standing between Alice Rokeby and John Benham, she was glancing brightly about her, while she waved slowly a fan of white ostrich plumes.
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