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I'm not in a hurry to face my revered parents and I daren't take this good little boy to some places you and I know of. I'm responsible for him." Carminow turned a pessimistic eye on Ishmael. "Are you still pure?" he shot at him in his deepest bass. "I see you are; your look answers for you." And he strode on again.
"You hear, Ishmael; here's your chance. You were saying you didn't know any actresses, and now here's Carminow with one up his sleeve all ready for you. Tell us all about it, old chap!" "I will, if only to stop your stupid little mind from wunning along its accustomed dirty gwoove," answered Carminow sententiously. "Miss Grey is the daughter of a clergyman " "They all are."
"But it's impossible!" cried Ishmael, profoundly shocked, not so much at any personal feeling for Hilaria, as an instinctive protest that such things could be. "Hilaria why she was never still, and the things she did why, you remember her walks and her fencing and everything " "Old Dr. Harvey at St. Renny puts it down very largely to those excessive walks she used to take," said Carminow.
He was certain enough that she was technically "good" what Carminow called "all right" and he admitted her charm, but to him the over-emphasis she laid on everything, as on that action of hers in coming down for the lamp, made the charm of no avail. He went to the house in Cecil Street a few times with Ishmael and then washed his hands of the affair.
Carminow, the least perturbed, insisted on raising the sufferer to his feet, and it was found, after much protest on his part, that he could walk slowly with support on either side. It only remained to get him back to the school somehow and in at the side door to his bed and the ministrations of the matron if not the doctor.
"It's ghastly," said Killigrew in a low voice. "Where is she, Carminow? Have you seen her?" "Well, yes, as a matter of fact I go when I can. I think it gives her pleasure to see anyone from the old days. She's in a home for such things in London. Her father lodges round the corner to be near her. It's awful to see him.
"I should say they were as different as it is possible for two persons of the same sex to be. Hilaria was like a boy; Miss Grey is most feminine." "Yes, she is," said Ishmael eagerly; "but there's the same frankness, that way of meeting you that other girls don't have." "I know what you mean," agreed Carminow, "though I don't think one notices it when one sees more of Miss Grey.
"Shut up, Carminow," said Ishmael; "we've not had our drinks yet if you have." He was rather proud of this, which sounded to him to have quite a man-about-town twang, and he knew it must have been successful when he saw his companions pass it without ribald comment. "Let's all have dinner," said Killigrew exuberantly, "and then go on to see the new ballet. What d'you say, Carminow?"
Carminow said nothing, but lay back in his chair and puffed out clouds of smoke over his face. Killigrew looked at him and whistled. "I say ..." he said.... "Own up, Carminow! Who is it?" "If you mean who is the lady singing," said Carminow with sudden stiffness, "she is Miss Grey, who has the room above this.
Into the sitting-room he ushered his guests, and they knocked helplessly up against sharp angles while Carminow pawed and patted round the room for matches, obstinately refusing the offers of their boxes because he said he was trying to train his landlady to keep his in the same place.
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