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"What else is he? He is a wretched boy." "He is my brother." "Yah, yah!" said Mr. Boult, unable to find articulate expression for his contempt. "More's the pity for you! Your mother's running her head at buying the young ass off. I've told her I would not give her a farthing for any such purpose." "Did she ask you for a farthing?" "All I ever intend to do for Master Bernard I have done.
Boult, Reggie, aren't they simply sweet! And poor Mr. Gibbon to have walked so many miles for them!" And so, at cross purposes, with heart-burnings and some bitterness of spirit, they got through their Sunday tea. "It would have been delightful if you had not invited your old Scrooge," Bessie, who, at any rate, had thoroughly enjoyed herself, flung at her sister. The Manchester Man Mrs.
The necklace of Venus showed alluringly in her full young throat, and in the knuckles of her small white hands were dimples. "Is that how you pass your days?" George Boult asked her, pointing to the book she still held in her hands. "Reading? A part of my day. A very good way, too, to pass it. Don't you think so?" "I call it a sinful way. A sinful waste of time." "Oh, Mr. Boult!
Day had a feeling of oppression in the breathless air of the counting-house, of being smothered by George Boult. She untied the broad strings of ribbon and crape of her widow's bonnet, and looked round anxiously for a window. There was none, the counting-house being lighted by a sky-light. Two big tears rolled down her cheeks, she drew a long breath like a great sigh.
It's the biggest drapery business in the town now Boult is proud enough to ram that fact down your throat but I shall make it the biggest drapery business in the Eastern Counties." "How splendid of you, Mr. Gibbon! And supposing Mr. Boult won't give you the share?" "I am not sure it would not be better. In that case I shall start on my own. Not in a shop.
Boult, of course," she said: "and one likes to be sure there is a generous heart beneath that well, that atrocious manner of his. But we're under mountains of obligation to people already, and we can do without concert tickets.
But when the grievance was put before George Boult he was of a different opinion. "Refuse to serve them over-night, and they go somewhere else in the morning," he asserted. "The maxim I have held by all my life is, 'Business is Never Done. And you may take my word for it, ma'am, successful business never is done. Write that out on a card, Miss Bessie, and hang it over your mantelpiece."
"Thank you," said Deleah, in the tone of one who is not at all grateful. She followed the happy pair to the platform. Both were too smartly dressed for ordinary travellers, and people, guessing them to be bride and bridegroom, looked at them with interest. "How they all stare! I hope they find us worth looking at." "I always have thought you were, my dear," Mr. Boult said gallantly.
I shall carry with me all the little customers who come to me now to take my advice what they shall buy, and a lot of shopkeepers of a better class, who will deal with a wholesale mean but will not buy their goods of Boult." "Poor Mr. Boult!" "He must look after hisself.
Then she turned from him to her mother. "Why do you think it impossible, mama? Because Mr. Boult can't say agreeable things is no reason he cannot do them. Don't you know that there are poor shut-up souls who want to be nice, who long to be loved who have to speak in the dumb language because they can't articulate?" "Miss Deleah is right. That is so. That is so!" Mr. Gibbon eagerly affirmed.
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