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He is also sending you some flowers. I told him," added the boy dreamily, "that we had lots ourselves." After a moment, as she did not speak, he went on, "Poor old thing, why did you poggle him so awfully, Bicky? You really are a horrid girl, you know." "I didn't poggle him."
As he played, someone in the picture-gallery turned on the electric lights, and one long shaft, coming through the window, shone down on the player's head. "See the Halo, Bicky?" asked the boy in a natural voice. "Isn't he splendid?" Then he added, with the frown she so dreaded: "Take me away before they begin to clap, will you?" "No clapping allowed, Tommy," Joyselle assured him quietly.
Her ill-humour, accumulating ever since the receipt of the wire from the Lenskys, seemed about to burst. She looked exceedingly angry, and the poor wretch in the chair before her trembled as he looked at her. "D don't be so hard on me, Bicky." "Don't call me Bicky. And please go. I don't want to be rude, but I shall lose my temper if you don't." Carron's pinched face quivered.
"Absolutely." "Thank you, sir." Bicky followed him with his eye till the door closed. "How does he do it, Bertie?" he said. "I'll tell you what I think it is. I believe it's something to do with the shape of his head. Have you ever noticed his head, Bertie, old man? It sort of sticks out at the back!"
He informed me that he happened to overhear his grace speaking to you on the matter, sir, as he passed the library door." Bicky gave a hollow sort of laugh. "Well, as everybody seems to know all about it, there's no need to try to keep it dark. The old boy turfed me out, Bertie, because he said I was a brainless nincompoop.
Well, look here, Bicky, she'll be better when Carron is here she always is." "Oh, Tommy " "But she is. She obeys him rather, don't you think? I suppose because he was a friend of father's. Is she really very bad to-day?" "Yes." "Well, why don't you ask him to tell her to chuck it? I say, dear old thing, I wish I were nine years older!" "If you were, I should be thirty-four!"
I hopped out of bed early next morning, so as to be among those present when the old boy should arrive. I knew from experience that these ocean liners fetch up at the dock at a deucedly ungodly hour. It wasn't much after nine by the time I'd dressed and had my morning tea and was leaning out of the window, watching the street for Bicky and his uncle.
It was strange, for she had been in a terrible rage the first day or two but she certainly was as pleased as Punch now. Joyselle had crossed the room and was sitting by Bicky now. By Jove, he was patting her hand! And before everybody! Suddenly he rose, she smiled up into his dark face, and he called Tommy. "Tommy, will you go to my room and bring me my Amati?"
I do not wish to appear to be taking a liberty, sir, but I think that we have overlooked his grace's potentialities as a source of revenue." Bicky laughed, what I have sometimes seen described as a hollow, mocking laugh, a sort of bitter cackle from the back of the throat, rather like a gargle. "I do not allude, sir," explained Jeeves, "to the possibility of inducing his grace to part with money.
I I might in fact, I think I see my way to doing to I might be able to utilize your services in some secretarial position." "I shouldn't mind that." "I should not be able to offer you a salary, but, as you know, in English political life the unpaid secretary is a recognized figure " "The only figure I'll recognize," said Bicky firmly, "is five hundred quid a year, paid quarterly." "My dear boy!"
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