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Barney's brief word of acknowledgment showed his resentment of Bulling's tone and his dislike of the man. It angered Barney to observe the familiar, almost confidential, manner of Dr. Bulling with Iola, but it made him more furious to notice that, instead of resenting, Iola seemed to be pleased with his manner. Just now, however, she was giving herself to Barney.
Bulling was the most insistent and the most objectionable. And then this last campaign, with its plans and schemes for a place in the great Philharmonic which would at once insure not only her standing in the city, but a New York engagement as well. And now the moment of triumph had arrived. The letter she held in her hand was proof of it.
"Look here," cried Bulling, "haven't you got enough. Be thankful you're not killed. Go on! Get home! I don't run a butcher shop!" "Will you say you're a liar and a cowardly liar?" Barney's voice had in it the ring of cold steel. "I say, boys," said Bulling, appealing to the crowd, "keep this fool off. I don't want to kill him." Foxmore, with some of the others, approached Barney.
"No, he doesn't want me," said Iola. "Mrs. Charrington," said Dr. Bulling, "he has a grudge against me because of a fancied insult." "Ah," said Mrs. Duff Charrington, "I understand. What do you say, Miss Lane? We can easily go back." "Oh, let us not talk about it, Mrs. Charrington," said Iola hurriedly; "he is gone." "As you wish, my dear. Daisy, take Dr. Bulling down to the cabin.
A horse race isn't in it with this! But Bulling pulled the wires and you've got it." "But this is extremely interesting. I was not aware that the soloists were chosen for any other reason than that of merit." In spite of herself Iola had adopted a cool and somewhat lofty manner. "Oh, well, certainly on merit, of course. But you know how these things go." Dr.
Bulling made his way to the little group about Barney. "Congratulations, Boyle," he said, in the somewhat patronizing manner of a graduate of some years' standing to one who holds his parchment in his hand and wears his still blushing honours as men wear new clothes, "that was a remarkable fine reception you had to-day."
Bulling, who, more for his great wealth and his large social connection than for his professional standing, had been invited, was present with Foxmore, Smead, and others who followed him about applauding his coarse jokes and accepting his favours.
"Why, I think well I know you can do the work infinitely better than Evelyn Redd." "Have you heard Miss Redd in oratorio? I know you have never heard me." "No, can't say I have; but I know your voice and your style and I'm confident it will suit the part." "Thank you so much," said Iola sweetly; "I am so sorry that Dr. Bulling should have given so much time, and he is such a busy man."
Rain was falling at the time, the wet weather lasting nearly a fortnight; the whole country around Coolgardie was transformed from a sea of dust into a "Slough of Despond," and, seeing that five out of the nine camels were bulling, Breaden had anything but a pleasant time.
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