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"He's a fraud, isn't he, Ishmael, who pretends to love to wallow in blug just to hide his lamblike disposition." "You always did talk wot," remarked Carminow placidly. "You're weally not a bit changed, Killigrew, in spite of Paris. By the way, I suppose you heard about Polkinghorne?" "Yes, from Old Tring. I went to St. Renny a little while ago." "Ah! then you heard about Hilaria?
For Carminow, though the gentlest of creatures, took an extraordinary delight in all the agonies of human nature. Mine accidents had hardly occurred before Carminow, by some subtle agency, seemed aware of them, and had rushed to the scene, out of bounds or not.
And it's most of it coming true. I was to be a painter and old Carminow a surgeon. I've just heard he's at the Charing Cross hospital." "And Polkinghorne major? D'you know anything about him? Did he get into his Highland regiment?" "I heard about him at St. Renny from the old bird. I stopped there last night, you know, to break this devil of a journey.
"It wouldn't be possible, I think," said Ishmael; "she's got that sort of clear look, you couldn't." "Yes, that's just it," agreed Carminow gratefully. "Sometimes she even does things that might seem a little odd or rash, and it's all because she is such a child of nature she doesn't understand. A sort of Miwanda." "What is her name, by the way?" asked Killigrew idly. "Blanche, I believe."
"Look here, you two fellows!" said Carminow; then, "You see for yourselves that Miss Grey is a perfect lady...." "Exactly how I should have described her," interjected Killigrew. "What I mean to say is that of course Miss Grey would not have dweamt of coming down if she had known you two were here...." "Should have thought we made enough noise coming in.
"Miss Grey ... do please come in ... is there anything I can do ...?" mumbled Carminow in great agitation, pushing a chair forward and then pulling it back again indeterminedly. "I'm so sorry " began the low full voice, richer in speech than in song. "I'd no idea I only wondered whether you could but it's nothing."
In a fight Doughty's superior size would have given him all the advantage; in the West Country method of wrestling this would not necessarily hold true. And Ishmael was in far better condition. Polkinghorne turned to Hilaria. "Someone will see you home, of course," he said politely. "I shall have to stay as stickler, and Carminow as well, but I'll send Moss and the young 'un with you.
"I am vewy particular about whom I intwoduce to Miss Grey," said Carminow unflatteringly; "that is to say, I should first have to find out whether she wished it. She is quite alone, poor girl." "Dear me! How is that? Is she some romantic governess out of a place or a lady who through no fault of her own has come down in the world?" "Miss Grey is on the stage." Killigrew roared with laughter.
"It'd be suggestive all right," remarked Ishmael. Within him a wish to accept warred with horror, besides which he could not quite make up his mind whether Carminow were joking or no.
He was not surprised when at supper Carminow began to speak of her; it seemed as though it would not be possible to sit so near to himself and not feel the trend of his thoughts. "I saw Hilaria yesterday," said Carminow, "and I asked her if she wanted to see you two. I thought she might, but she waited a minute and then let me know most unmistakably that she would rather not.
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