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He arrived with a discreet tap on the window at midnight, to spend the evening. Mrs Brindley had gone home and Mrs Colclough had gone to bed. The book-collecting doctor refused champagne; he was, in fact, very rude to champagne in general. He had whisky.
They proceeded with Brahms. 'He ran with you all the way to the station, didn't he? Mrs Brindley suggested to Mrs Colclough. 'I should just say he did! Mrs Colclough concurred. 'He wanted to get warm, and then he was awfully afraid lest we should miss it. 'I thought you were on the lake practically all night! I exclaimed. 'All night! Well, I don't know what you call all night.
'Where are you going, Ol? 'Home, lad. Sorry you're leaving us so soon, Mr Loring. 'You're mistaken, my boy, said Mr Brindley. 'You're just going to run us down to Knype station, first. 'I must look slippy, then, said Mr Colclough. 'You can look as slippy as you like, said Mr Brindley. In another fifteen seconds we were in the car, and it had turned round, and was speeding towards Knype.
Soon afterwards, for me, the night began to grow fantastic; it took on the colour of a gigantic adventure. I do not suppose that either Mr Brindley or Mr Colclough, or the other person who presently arrived, regarded it as anything but a pleasant conviviality, but to a man of my constitution and habits it was an almost incredible occurrence. The other person was the book-collecting doctor.
One could see that hospitality was among their chief and keenest pleasures. We all went to the front door to see Mr Colclough depart homewards in his automobile. The two great acetylene head-lights sent long glaring shafts of light down the side street.
Grogan and Colclough, who had secreted themselves in a cave in the great Saltee Island, were discovered, and conducted to the same prison. Notwithstanding the capitulation agreed to by Lord Kingsborough, the execution and decapitation of all these gentlemen speedily followed, and their ghastly faces looked down for many a day from the iron spikes above the entrance of Wexford Court House. Mr.
At length he got away, drew up within two feet of an electric tram that slid bumping down the main street, and vanished round the corner. A little ragged boy passed, crying, 'Signal, extra, and Mr Brindley hailed him. 'What IS Mr Colclough? I asked in the drawing-room. 'Manufacturer sanitary ware, said Mr Brindley. 'He's got one of the best businesses in Hanbridge. I wish I'd half his income.
'Now let's sit down. Mrs Colclough addressed me with particular, confidential grace. We three exactly filled the sofa. I have often sat between two women, but never with such calm, unreserved, unapprehensive comfortableness as I experienced between Mrs Colclough and Mrs Brindley. It was just as if I had known them for years. 'You'll make a mess of that, Ol, said Mr Brindley.
Your missis has just come. He was still in his motoring clothes. Mr Brindley, observing my gaze transiently on the Marcus Stones, said: 'I know what you're looking for; you're looking for "Saul's Soul's Awakening". We don't keep it in the window; you'll see it inside. 'Bob's always rotting me about my pictures, Mr Colclough smiled indulgently.
'It must be somewhere about, I said; and to Mrs Colclough: 'I suppose you knew him pretty well? 'Oh, bless you, no! I only met him once. 'At Ilam? 'Yes. What are you going to do, Oliver? Her husband was opening the piano. 'Bob and I are just going to have another smack at that Brahms. 'You don't expect us to listen, do you? 'I expect you to do what pleases you, missis, said he.
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