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Mr Cotterill built new houses with terra-cotta facings for others, but preferred an old one in stucco for himself. His abode had been saved from the parcelling out of several Georgian estates. It was dignified.
Slightly perilous perhaps, but still he thought it rather neat. "Oh!" she said. "You see I've been so much out of England. We were just talking about holidays. I was saying to Mrs Cotterill they certainly ought to go to Switzerland this year for a change." "Yes, Mrs Capron-Smith was just saying " Mrs Cotterill put in. "It would be something too lovely!" said Nellie in ecstasy. Switzerland!
Trafalgar Road, with its double row of lamps, each exactly like that one in front of the house of the Cotterills, stretched downwards into the dead heart of Bursley, and upwards over the brow of the hill into space. And although Arthur Cotterill knew Trafalgar Road as well as Mrs Hopkins knew the hundred and twenty-first Psalm, the effect of the scene on him was most uncanny.
"Because you're a friend of the family. You're so often here. Why, it's pretty near ten years...." Denry sighed: "I expect I come and see you all about once a fortnight fairly regular. That makes two hundred and fifty times in ten years. Yes...." "A couple of thou'," said Cotterill, reflectively. "Two hundred and fifty into two thousand eight. Eight pounds a visit.
HENRY COTTERILL, Bishop of Edinburgh; WM. S. WILSON, Bishop of Glasgow and Galloway; HUGH W. JERMYN, Bishop of Brechin; ARTHUR G. DOUGLAS, Bishop of Aberdeen and Orkney; J. R. A. CHINNERY-HALDANE, Bishop of Argyll and the Isles; For the Bishop of Moray, Ross, and Caithness, Primus, ROBERT A. EDEN, M. A., Commissary."
Denry's hand, in clasping the bottle, had hidden a small label, which said: "POISON Nettleship's Patent Enamel-Cleaning Fluid. One wipe does it." Confusion! Only Nellie Cotterill seemed to be incapable of realising that a grave accident had occurred. She had laughed throughout the supper, and she still laughed, hysterically, though she had drunk scarcely any wine. Her mother silenced her.
Though they were Councillors on the same Town Council, though Denry was getting richer and Cotterill was assuredly not getting richer, the latter's face and tone always seemed to be saying to Denry: "Well, you are not doing so badly for a beginner." So Denry did not care to lose an opportunity of impressing Councillor Cotterill. Moreover, Denry had other reasons for going up to the Cotterills.
Councillor Cotterill said frankly that one reason for their calling at Llandudno was his desire to see this singular lifeboat, about which there had really been a very great deal of talk in the Five Towns. The admission comforted Denry. Then the Councillor recommenced his young-manning. "Look here," said Demo, carelessly, "you must come and dine with me one night, all of you will you?"
It's the Birmingham train," said one of the men fiercely a sort of a Levite. "Great heavens!" ejaculated Arthur Cotterill. "You ought to inquire before you get into a train," said the Levite. "The fact is," said the other man, who was perhaps a cousin of a Good Samaritan, "the express from Manchester is split up at Knype one part for London, and the other part for Birmingham."
What ever will Ruth say at us leaving her all alone the first night she comes? I really do think she might have " "You must bring her along with you," said Denry. "But won't you shan't you won't she won't it " "Not at all," said Denry. "Speaking for myself, I shall be delighted." "Well, I'm sure you're very sensible," said Mrs Cotterill.
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