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And if ever I take it in convivial, in all the rest of my days, I mean to do it this day, to the toast of 'Bless 'em both." "I, too!" says Bintrey. "And now, Monsieur Voigt, let you and me be two men of Marseilles, and allons, marchons, arm-in-arm!" They go down to the door, where others are waiting for them, and they go quietly to the church, and the happy marriage takes place.
Bear that in mind, and permit me to refer you, at starting, to a date long past the month of February, in the year one thousand eight hundred and thirty-six." "Mark the date, Mr. Vendale," said Bintrey. "My first proof," said Obenreizer, taking a paper from his pocket-book. The name of the person writing the letter I shall keep suppressed until I have done.
Bintrey, on the other hand, a cautious man, with twinkling beads of eyes in a large overhanging bald head, who inwardly but intensely enjoyed the comicality of openness of speech, or hand, or heart. "Yes," said Mr. Bintrey. "Yes. Ha, ha!" A decanter, two wine-glasses, and a plate of biscuits, stood on the desk. "You like this forty-five year old port-wine?" said Mr. Wilding.
"Housekeeper advertised for," said Bintrey, "'apply personally at Cripple Corner, Great Tower Street, from ten to twelve' to-morrow, by the bye." "My late dear mother's affairs wound up " "Wound up," said Bintrey. "And all charges paid." "And all charges paid," said Bintrey, with a chuckle: probably occasioned by the droll circumstance that they had been paid without a haggle.
The yellow door was opened by a waiter, and Obenreizer walked in. After greeting Maitre Voigt with a cordiality which appeared to cause the notary no little embarrassment, Obenreizer bowed with grave and distant politeness to Bintrey. "For what reason have I been brought from Neuchatel to the foot of the mountain?" he inquired, taking the seat which the English lawyer had indicated to him.
Bintrey had noticed in his client's face began to appear there once more. Mr. Wilding put his hand to his head, and mastered some momentary confusion in that quarter, before he spoke again. "Mrs. Goldstraw," he said, "you are concealing something from me!" The housekeeper obstinately repeated, "Please to favour me, sir, by saying whether you lunch, or dine, in the middle of the day?"
We shall get on well I hope we shall get on well together in spite of what has happened. It isn't your fault; I know it isn't your fault. There! there! shake hands; and and do the best you can in the house I can't talk about it now." The door opened as Mrs. Goldstraw advanced towards it; and Mr. Jarvis appeared. "Send for Mr. Bintrey," said the wine-merchant. "Say I want to see him directly."
Bintrey," he said. "Do me the honour to come in. It is one of our town half-holidays our Tir but my people will be back directly. It is droll that you should ask your way to the Hotel of me. Let us eat and drink before you go there." "Thank you; not to-night," said Bintrey. "Shall I come to you at ten to- morrow?"
In the moment of silence that followed, the singing of a caged bird in the court-yard outside was the one sound stirring in the room. Maitre Voigt touched Bintrey, and pointed to Obenreizer. "Look at him!" said the notary, in a whisper. The shock had paralysed every movement in the villain's body, but the movement of the blood. His face was like the face of a corpse.
He sprang, with the activity of a young man, to the door of the inner room, entered it, remained inside for a minute, and returned followed by Marguerite and Vendale. "Now, Mr. Obenreizer," said Bintrey, "the last move in the game is yours. Play it." "Before I resign my position as that young lady's guardian," said Obenreizer, "I have a secret to reveal in which she is interested.
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