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Said Mr. Bryany: "'Merica's the place for hotels." "Yes, I expect it is." "Been to Chicago?" "No, I haven't." Mr. Bryany, as he removed his overcoat, could be seen politely forbearing to raise his eyebrows. "Of course you've been to New York?" Edward Henry would have given all he had in his pockets to be able to say that he had been to New York. Mr.
Joseph obeyed. "It's a Mr. Bryany, sir, if I catch the name right," said Joseph. Bryany! For twenty-four hours he had scarcely thought of Bryany or the option either. "Bring the telephone here," said Edward Henry. The cord would just reach to his chair. "Hello! Bryany! Is that you?" cried Edward Henry, gaily. And then he heard the weakened voice of Mr. Bryany in his ear: "How d'ye do, Mr. Machin?
A fair conversational opening was all he wanted in order to begin. "I wonder what will happen to her ultimately?" he said, meaning to work back from the ends of careers to their beginnings, and so to himself. "Rose Euclid?" "Yes." Mr. Sachs shook his head compassionately. "How did Mr. Bryany get in with her?" asked Edward Henry. "Bryany is a highly peculiar person," said Mr.
Seven Sachs concurred, adding that he hoped the illness was not serious. Edward Henry said it was not. "Won't you sit down, all of you?" said Edward Henry. "Miss er Euclid " They all sat down except Mr. Bryany. "Sit down, Bryany," said Edward Henry. "I'm glad to be able to return your hospitality at the Turk's Head." This was a blow for Mr.
Well, I told you frankly what I paid. I made no concealment of that, did I now? Well, I want what I paid. It's worth it!" "Got a copy of the option, I hope!" Mr. Bryany produced a copy of the option. "I am nothing but an infernal ass to mix myself up in a mad scheme like this," said Edward Henry to his soul, perusing the documents. "It's right off my line, right bang off it ...! But what a lark!"
He simply stood, in a graceful posture, with his muscles at ease, and waited. Mr. Bryany, behind, seemed to be reduced in stature, and to have become apologetic for himself in the presence of greatness. Still, Mr. Bryany did say something. Said Mr. Bryany: "Sorry to hear you've been seedy, Mr. Machin!" "Oh, yes!" Rose Euclid blurted out, as if shot. "It's very good of you to ask us up here." Mr.
This discerning hag, the Widow Hullins by name, had said to him briefly, "Well, you're a queer 'un!" Within five minutes he was following Mr. Bryany into a small parlour on the first floor of the Turk's Head a room with which he had no previous acquaintance, though, like most industrious men of affairs in metropolitan Hanbridge, he reckoned to know something about the Turk's Head. Mr.
"Well, that's business anyway!" said Mr. Bryany, taking a fresh cigarette and lighting it. "It's how we do business down here," said Edward Henry, quite inaccurately; for it was not in the least how they did business down there. Mr. Bryany asked, with a rather obvious anxiety: "But when can you pay?" "Oh, I'll send you a cheque in a day or two." And Edward Henry in his turn took a fresh cigarette.
But, in his mind, above the dark gulf of anxiety, there floated brighter thoughts. Despite his fears and his remorse as a father, he laughed aloud in the deserted street when he remembered Mr. Bryany's visage of astonishment upon uncreasing the note. Indubitably he had made a terrific and everlasting impression upon Mr. Bryany. He was sending Mr. Bryany out of the Five Towns a different man.
"I'm not very well. But listen. All of you come up to my rooms here and have supper, will you? Suite 48." "I'll ask the lady," said the voice of Bryany, altered now, and a few seconds later: "We're coming." "Joseph," Edward Henry gave orders rapidly, as he took off his coat and removed the pocket-book from it. "I'm ill, you understand. Anyhow, not well.
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