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"He gave that impression, sir." I sipped the whisky. I was sorry if Bicky was in trouble, but, as a matter of fact, I was rather glad to have something I could discuss freely with Jeeves just then, because things had been a bit strained between us for some time, and it had been rather difficult to hit on anything to talk about that wasn't apt to take a personal turn.
Wooster has just returned," I heard him say. And Bicky came trickling in, looking pretty sorry for himself. "Halloa, Bicky!" I said. "Jeeves told me you had been trying to get me. Jeeves, bring another glass, and let the revels commence. What's the trouble, Bicky?" "I'm in a hole, Bertie. I want your advice." "Say on, old lad!" "My uncle's turning up to-morrow, Bertie." "So Jeeves told me."
Bickersteth here a hundred and fifty dollars for this reception, and we naturally want to know " Old Chiswick gave Bicky a searching look; then he turned to the water-supply chappie. He was frightfully calm. "I can assure you that I know nothing of this," he said, quite politely. "I should be grateful if you would explain." "Well, we arranged with Mr.
"You see," said Bicky, "I had a wireless from him to say that he was coming to stay with me to save hotel bills, I suppose. I've always given him the impression that I was living in pretty good style. I can't have him to stay at my boarding-house." "Thought of anything, Jeeves?" I said. "To what extent, sir, if the question is not a delicate one, are you prepared to assist Mr. Bickersteth?"
After breakfast run down to the bank and get me some money." "Yes, sir." "You know, you're a bit of a marvel, Jeeves." "Thank you, sir." "Right-o!" "Very good, sir." When I took dear old Bicky aside in the course of the morning and told him what had happened he nearly broke down.
Don't you, Bicky?" he persisted anxiously. "Yes, Tommy, dear." "I do think you the luckiest girl in the whole world. Just fancy being his daughter." "Yes, Tommy." Her head whirled, her heart beat hard, her hands were as cold as ice. This, she told herself, was the plunge; it would be better shortly. And when it was better, then she could begin to fight. For she would fight.
There was a gleam of light when the brother of Bicky's pawnbroker offered ten dollars, money down, for an introduction to old Chiswick, but the deal fell through, owing to its turning out that the chap was an anarchist and intended to kick the old boy instead of shaking hands with him. At that, it took me the deuce of a time to persuade Bicky not to grab the cash and let things take their course.
"Hello, Tommy, what are you up to?" The boy looked up, his face full of ecstasy. "I say, Bick, he will! He will help me learn to be a violinist! He's going to find a good teacher for me, and then, when I have got over the first grind, you know, he's going oh, Bicky, darling he's going to teach me himself, at the same time. Isn't he an angel!" She sat down. "Yes, Tommy.
They all stared at her. "It's such a jolly rain. I drove myself in the cart that had gone for Mr. Green. Green came in the brougham, poor dear! Well what are you all staring at, souls?" "You look so so young, Bicky," answered Tommy, with an effort. "What a good time you must have had!"
"I'll do anything I can for you, of course, Bicky, old man." "Then, if I might make the suggestion, sir, you might lend Mr. Bickersteth " "No, by Jove!" said Bicky firmly. "I never have touched you, Bertie, and I'm not going to start now. I may be a chump, but it's my boast that I don't owe a penny to a single soul not counting tradesmen, of course."
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