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Sir Thomas Clarges, maternal uncle of the Duke of Albemarle, and long distinguished in Parliament as a man of business and a viligant steward of the public money, took the same side. The feeling of the House could not be mistaken.
He felt ill at ease in the presence of the two men, whose airy talk and loud laughter struck him with a keen sense of its novelty. They joked about everything. Clarges particularly was in high feather. The wine, which came partly from the hotel and partly from the Hon.
She hesitated a single moment, and then said "Yes." She added, however, after a pause, "But you can't; for you don't know my address." "But you will tell me." "Never! never! Fifty-eight Clarges Street." "When do you go?" "The day after to-morrow: at twelve o'clock." "May I see you off at the train?" She hesitated. "If you like," said she, slowly: "but I think you had better not."
Our destination is or appears to be, c/o Veuve Peter Ross, Les Chats, pronounced Lachatte, so Simpson told me. "Who told you about the place?" enquired young Clarges getting off the cannon? "Simpson? What sort of a fellow is he?" "Who? Simpson?" said his cousin in turn. "Um not bad. Been out here too long, though. Awfully quiet, goes in for steady work and takes hardly any exercise.
Clarges next undertook to "do" himself. Then a strange thing happened. He had gone to the glass and bared his left arm when a sudden faintness overcame him. He tried to shake it off and sat down. Presently it left him and he felt quite as usual. Then he made a second attempt. The same thing occurred again. This time it was worse, and sight and strength failing, he sank on his own bed, fainting.
You heard how I plucked Montague the brewer!" "I have been out of town." "I had eight thousand from him at a sitting. 'I shall drink your beer in future, Mr. Brewer, said I. 'Every blackguard in London does, said he. It was monstrous impolite of him, but some people cannot lose with grace. Well, I am going down to Clarges Street to pay Jew King a little of my interest. Are you bound that way?
Now, you be good, as we say to the children, and I'll show you that again after all the others." Next he showed him in a sort of ecstasy, Bovey's children. "Rex and Florence," he said, in an awe-struck tone. Bovey laughed, so did Simpson. So would anybody have done. "What are you laughing at," said young Clarges, solemnly. "Oh, at me! that's all right, everybody laughs at me.
Paul Griggs, having tea and a pipe in a quiet little hotel in Clarges Street, would have been much surprised if he could have seen Rufus Van Torp lighting a fire for himself in that dingy room in Hare Court. Madame Margarita da Cordova, waiting for an expected visitor in her own sitting-room, in her own pretty house in Norfolk Crescent, would have been very much surprised indeed.
"Come what will, I must know if Bessie writes to her." I went to Clarges street. My card was carried into the Meyricks' parlor, and I followed close upon it. Fanny was sitting alone, reading by a table. She looked up in surprise as I stood in the doorway. A little coldly, I thought, she came forward to meet me, but her manner changed as she took my hand.
"That being so," Francis continued, "I am going to make a proposition to you for what it is worth. Where were you going when I met you this morning, Shopland?" "To call upon you in Clarges Street, sir." "What for?" "I was going to ask you if you would be so kind as to call upon Miss Daisy Hyslop, sir." Francis smiled. "Great minds," he murmured.
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