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"An address?" The stranger's somewhat grim mouth relaxed a little at the corners. "The English language," he said, "is full of distracting homonyms. I am not asking her for a sermon, but to be directed where a certain gentleman resides at present, I have reason to believe, abroad where, for instance, a letter will reach him." "Sir Miles Chandon?" "Precisely.
As soon as I arrived I was irresistibly drawn into Chandon's hospitable house, and could not refuse to remain there for a couple of days. I found in Chandon a passionate admirer of my operas, particularly of Rienzi, the first performance of which he had witnessed during his Dresden days.
Miles Chandon owes me something, as I think I told you, and is a gentleman moreover." "Oh, very well, I'll send it, and I have only one other question. What precisely is your business at Bursfield?" Miss Sally grinned. "Hay-making," she answered, "while the sun shines that is to say, in Glasson's absence. I propose to make a considerable deal of hay. Something will depend on Mr.
By all accounts 'tisn' so easy to get in an' 'tis a sight harder to get out." "I've got to get in," urged Tilda desperately. "I've a message for someone inside. His name's Arthur Miles Chandon." The young coalheaver shook his head. "I don't know 'im," he said. "I'm new to this job, an' they don't talk to me through the coal-'ole.
First thing I noticed was they didn' know he was called Chandon, for Glasson took a piece o' paper an' wrote it down. I was afraid of Glasson, an' pitched that yarn about an aunt o' mine, which was all kid. I never 'ad no aunt." "What's your name, by the way?" "Tilda." "Tilda what?" "That's what they all arsks," said Tilda wearily. "I dunno.
On that too you may lay all Lombard Street to a china orange." In the twilight Miss Sally leaned forward for a moment and smoothed her roan's mane. "You know the history, of course?" "Very little of it. I knew, to be sure, that somehow Chandon had made a mess of things turned unbeliever, and what not " "Is that all?" Miss Sally, for all her surprise, appeared to be slightly relieved.
But they told me a child had been born; which was new to me. They weren't sure that it was alive, and were wholly vague about the father called him Chandon, to be sure, but supposed the name to be spelt with an 'S' as pronounced; told me he was an officer in the Navy, reputed to be an earl's son. Gossip had arrived no nearer.
"He's called Arthur Miles Surname Chandon an' he was born at a place called Kingsand, if that's any 'elp an' there's somebody wants to see 'im most particular." "Come indoors." Doctor Glasson said it sharply, at the same time turning right about and leading the way towards the house. Tilda followed, while behind her the excluded 'Dolph yapped and flung himself against the gate.
Next day that's yesterday her mind was clearer, an' I arsked her who Arthur was an' where he lived, if one had a mind to fetch 'im. I got out of her that he was called Arthur Miles Surname Chandon, an' that he lived at 'Oly Innercents. So this mornin', bein' allowed out, I went down to the place an' arsked to see Arthur Miles Surname Chandon.
Hucks to give those philanthropists the dry grins." "A telegram for you, ma'am," said the hall-porter, advancing with a nervous eye on the children congregated, and still congregating, in the hall. Miss Sally took it and read: "Coming Fair Anchor, 4.30 Tuesday. Chandon." She knit her brows and examined the telegraph form carefully. The message was forwarded from Fair Anchor.
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