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Surely there can't have been anything' 'My dear Mrs. Charman, it is I alone who am to blame. I...the explanation is difficult; it involves a multiplicity of detail. I beg you to interpret my unjustifiable behaviour as as pure idiosyncrasy. 'Oh, you must come and see me. You know that Ada's married? Yes, nearly a year ago. How glad she will be to see you again. So often she has spoken of you.
Then or afterwards, it never occurred to them to doubt the truth of what he had said. Mrs. Charman had seen him transacting business at the Bank of England, a place not suggestive of poverty; and he had always passed for a man somewhat original in his views and ways. Thus was Mr.
'Thank you, father, replied Rose, very quietly and simply. It was next morning that the father posted a formal, proper, self-respecting note of invitation, which bore results. It was in the drawing-room, after dinner. Mrs. Charman, the large and kindly hostess, sank into a chair beside her little friend Mrs. Loring, and sighed a question. 'How do you like Mr. Tymperley? 'Very nice.
Jenny ought to return before four o'clock, and one of my girls is waiting for her with orders to bring her here as soon as she comes in, without even letting her go up to her room." "We'll wait for her then." M. Lecoq and his friend waited about a quarter of an hour, when Mme. Charman suddenly got up. "I hear my girl's step on the stairs," said she.
He suddenly came out of his revery. He had just solved a last difficulty; his plan was now entire and complete. He glanced at the clock. "Two o'clock," cried he, "and I have an appointment between three and four with Madame Charman about Jenny." "I am at your disposal," returned his guest. "All right.
It came in reply to the natural question where he was residing. 'At present' he smiled fatuously 'I inhabit a bed-sitting-room in a little street up at Islington. Dead silence followed. Eyes of wonder were fixed upon him. But for those eyes, who knows what confession Mr. Tymperley might have made? As it was... 'I said, Mrs. Charman, that I had to confess to an eccentricity.
What is the natur' of the matter action on the case, or a tort?" "Nein, nein! it isht not law dat I wants, put atfice." "Well, but advice leads to law, ninety-nine times in a hundred." "Ya, ya!" answered the pedlar, laughing; "dat may be so; put it isht not what I vants I vants to know vere a Charman can trafel wit' his goots in de coontry, and not in de pig towns."
Charman hastened to meet her old customer, embraced her in spite of herself, and pressed her to her heart. "Why, don't be so angry, dear I thought you would be delighted and overwhelm me with thanks." "I? What for?" "Because, my dear girl, I had a surprise in store for you. Ah, I'm not ungrateful; you came here yesterday and settled your account with me, and to-day I mean to reward you for it.
And have you been so kind as to do the service I asked?" "How can you ask me, when you know that I would go through the fire for you? I set about it at once, getting up expressly for the purpose." "Then you've got the address of Pelagie Taponnet, called Jenny?" "Yes, I have," returned Mme. Charman, with an obsequious bow.
His thoughts turned once or twice to marriage, but a profound diffidence withheld him from the initial step; in the end, he knew himself born for bachelorhood, and with that estate was content. Well for him had he seen as clearly the delusiveness of other temptations! In an evil moment he listened to Mr. Charman, whose familiar talk was of speculation, of companies, of shining percentages.
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