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"I think mater knew Biffen; that's the explanation." "Rather rough on you." "Don't feel anything, really, Worcester." "Well, Biffen has got a diabolical knack of picking up all the loose ends of the school; all the impossible fellows gravitate here: why, look at our Dervishes!" "We've certainly got more than our share of colour."
In one way I'm not I must confess it. 'In what instance are you arrogant? 'I can't tell you not yet; this is neither time nor place. I say, when will you dine with me? I shall give a dinner to half a dozen of my acquaintances somewhere or other. Poor old Biffen must come. When can you dine? 'Give me a week's notice, and I'll fit it in. That dinner came duly off.
Biffen tried to give a lighter turn to the gloomy subject. 'Thinking of my fiery adventure, he said, in his tone of dry deliberation, 'I find it vastly amusing to picture you as a witness at the inquest if I had been choked and consumed.
They talked of how the couple would probably behave under this decisive change of circumstances. 'Biffen professes to know nothing about Mrs Reardon, said Whelpdale. 'I suspect he keeps his knowledge to himself, out of regard for Reardon. It wouldn't surprise me if they live apart for a long time yet. 'Not very likely. It was only want of money. 'They're not at all suited to each other.
And to think of your coming this journey, on such a night! 'Good old Biffen came to the station with me. He was angry because I had kept away from you so long. Have you given me your heart again, Amy? 'Oh, it has all been a wretched mistake! But we were so poor. Now all that is over; if only Willie can be saved to me!
Before noon Reardon awoke from what had seemed natural sleep save for the rapid breathing and of a sudden recollected the number of the house in Cleveland Street at which Biffen was now living. He uttered it without explanation. Amy at once conjectured his meaning, and as soon as her surmise was confirmed she despatched a telegram to her husband's friend.
'There is no mortal on the surface of the globe one-tenth so happy as I am! he gasped. 'I can't believe it! Why in the name of sense and justice have I been suffered to attain this blessedness? Think of the days when I all but starved in my Albany Street garret, scarcely better off than poor, dear old Biffen! Why should I have come to this, and Biffen have poisoned himself in despair?
He fell into animated description of his experiences in Greece and Italy, and after talking for a long time, he turned his head and said in a perfectly natural tone: 'Amy, do you know that Biffen and I are going to Greece? She believed he spoke consciously, and replied: 'You must take me with you, Edwin. He paid no attention to this remark, but went on with the same deceptive accent.
'Everything, except the clothes I wear and some papers that I managed to save. All my books burnt! Biffen shook his head dolorously. 'Your account-books! cried the dealer in oil. 'Dear, dear! and what might your business be? The author corrected this misapprehension. In the end he was invited to break his fast, which he did right willingly.
There was something of the riverside about him; he might be a dockman, or even a bargeman. He looked intelligent, however, and bore himself with much modesty. 'Now do endeavour to write in shorter sentences, said Biffen, who sat down by him and resumed the lesson, Reardon having taken up a volume.
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