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Seeing that Reardon was not disposed even to allude to private circumstances, the secretary said no more, and went away convinced that misfortunes had turned the poor fellow's brain. Wandering in the city, about this time, Reardon encountered his friend the realist. 'Would you like to meet Sykes? asked Biffen. 'I am just going to see him. 'Where does he live? 'In some indiscoverable hole.
You are probably not aware that at bakers' shops in the poor quarters the price of the half-quartern loaf varies sometimes from week to week. At present, as Biffen knew, it was twopence three-farthings, a common figure. But Harold did not possess three farthings, only two.
We shall be married in a fortnight's time. 'I congratulate you, said Reardon. 'So do I, sighed Biffen. 'The day before yesterday she went to Birmingham to see her father and tell him all about the affair. I agreed with her it was as well; the old fellow isn't badly off; and he may forgive her for running away, though he's under his wife's thumb, it appears. I had a note yesterday.
If a writer has friends connected with the press, it is the plain duty of those friends to do their utmost to help him. What matter if they exaggerate, or even lie? The simple, sober truth has no chance whatever of being listened to, and it's only by volume of shouting that the ear of the public is held. What use is it to Biffen if his work struggles to slow recognition ten years hence?
At this moment no one would have doubted his sobriety. The veins of his forehead were dilated, and his chin pushed forward in a way that made one think of a racing horse. 'Are you too busy to talk? asked Biffen, going to his side. 'I am! Upon my soul I am! exclaimed the other looking up in alarm. 'For the love of Heaven don't put me out! A quarter of an hour! 'All right. I'll come up again.
I remember waking up midway between Corfu and Brindisi, on that shaky tub of a Greek boat; we were rolling a good deal, and I heard a sort of alarmed rush and shouting up on deck. It was so warm and comfortable in the berth, and I thought with intolerable horror of the possibility of sousing into the black depths. 'Don't talk, my boy, advised Biffen.
Had it not been so late he would have gone to see Reardon, who expected the communication of this glorious news. So again he locked his door. Half-way downstairs he stumbled over something or somebody in the dark. 'Who is that? he cried. The answer was a loud snore. Biffen went to the bottom of the house and called to the landlady. 'Mrs Willoughby! Who is asleep on the stairs?
Then she, too, would have gone to Greece, wouldn't she? Everything in life comes too soon or too late. What it would have meant for her and for me! She would never have hated me then, never. Biffen, am I base or contemptible? She thinks so. That's how poverty has served me.
It was in Tottenham Court Road, and Milvain was with her. I felt myself too seedy in appearance to stop and speak. 'In Tottenham Court Road? That was not the detail of the story which chiefly held Reardon's attention, yet he did not purposely make a misleading remark. His mind involuntarily played this trick. 'I only saw them just as they were passing, pursued Biffen.
Then suddenly the sun passed into the lower stratum of cloud, and the splendour died almost at once, except that there remained the northern half of the rainbow, which had become double. In the west, the clouds were still glorious for a time; there were two shaped like great expanded wings, edged with refulgence. 'Stop! cried Biffen, 'or I shall clutch you by the throat.
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