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Updated: June 6, 2025
Bloxford, the circus people and Donna Elvira moved like insubstantial shadows. But, standing out clearly in his mind, was the fact that he was in London, with his pockets full of money and with one desire, one hope predominating over all others, the desire, the hope of seeing the girl at Brown's Buildings.
Bloxford stared, grew red and exceeding wrath. "What the deuce does this mean?" he demanded, throwing open his fur coat and sticking out his chest. "Look here, if you're not satisfied " Derrick made haste to assert not only his entire satisfaction with, but his gratitude for, Mr. Bloxford's confidence and generosity. "Then what is it?" shrilled Mr. Bloxford. "Has anybody been roughing you?
After they had counted the money as best they could, for some of it was strange to them, and had locked it in the safe, they joined the company. Their appearance was hailed with a cheer. Mr. Bloxford was conducted, with theatrical pomp, to the head of the trestle-board which served as a table, and Derrick, after some protest, was installed at the bottom.
If so, out he goes. Oh, I can't part with you, and that's the long and short of it. Here, what is it?" "That's just what I can't tell you," said Derrick, colouring under the sharp, gimlet-like eyes. Mr. Bloxford scratched his hairless head and looked despairingly at Derrick.
The two days that followed their arrival seemed to Derrick to be a succession of hours born of delirium and nurtured by frenzy. Mr. Bloxford, still in his preposterous fur coat, was everywhere at once, and waving his hands as usual; Derrick, who had begun by shouting, soon became hoarse, and discovered why it was that Mr. Bloxford relied, on such occasions, entirely on gesture.
The next day it was Isabel who was silent; for, woman-like, she felt that a barrier had risen between them, and she was wondering what it could be. Derrick was a strong man, and he recovered quickly. In a day or two he was able to get about, and on the morning of the fifth he sought Mr. Bloxford and, as gently as he could, informed him that he, Derrick, would have to leave his employment. Mr.
Bloxford stared at him. "Here, don't startle me; I've got a weak heart," he observed, with a grin. "You say it as if you meant it. Here, what's your name?" "Sydney Green," replied Dene, with a promptitude acquired by his recent experience. "Right!" said the manager. "Have a drink?"
Bloxford, still in his fur coat, with a big cigar in full blast, was seated in a coign of vantage from which he could see everything, his Simian eyes darting everywhere, his jewelled hand ready to wave on the various items of the programme.
Anyhow, I'm much obliged to you." He held out a grubby paw and shook the now very much embarrassed Derrick by the hand. "Of course, I'm going to raise your screw. We'll say, double it, and no palaver." Derrick expressed his thanks, but Mr. Bloxford waved him away. "As for that pig Jackman, we'll fire him out, of course."
"I should like to hear it very much, Mr. Bloxford," said Celia, still glowing on him; "though my husband has already told me about it." "Oh, well, you don't want to hear it from me; though, mind you, it was one of the coolest things I've ever seen done. Oh, he's grit all through, is that good man of yours." "I know he is," said Celia, her face radiant, her smile fascinating and bewildering.
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