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'Jemima, he said, 'will you recompense me by your love for what I have lost on the other side of the globe? She recompensed him, and he was happy. The future father and son-in-law sat and discussed their joint affairs for an hour after the ladies had retired. As to Jemima and his love, Bagwax was allowed to be altogether triumphant. Mrs. Curlydown kissed him, and he kissed Sophia.
'The little holes for dividing the stamps are bigger. 'It isn't that. 'Then what the d is it? 'There are letters at every corner, said Bagwax. 'That's of course, said Curlydown. 'Can you read those letters? Curlydown owned that he never had quite understood what those letters meant. 'Those two P's in the two bottom corners tell me that that stamp wasn't printed before '74.
The dinner was very pleasant; and as Curlydown and his guest drank their bottle of port together at the open window, it was definitely settled that Bagwax should reveal the mystery of the postage-stamp to Sir John Joram at once. 'I should have it like a lump of lead on my conscience all the time I was on the deep, said Bagwax, solemnly. 'Conscience is conscience, to be sure, said Curlydown
Perhaps if I stayed at home to give evidence, they'd send you to Sydney to find all that out. There was a courtesy in this suggestion which induced Curlydown to ask his junior to come down and take pot-luck at Apricot Villa. Bagwax was delighted, for his heart had been sore at the coolness which had grown up between him and the man under whose wing he had worked for so many years.
'She is obstinate, she said to her husband, 'stiff-necked in her sin, as are all determined sinners. I can say no more to her. It may be that the Lord will soften her heart when her sorrows have endured yet for a time. But she said no more of burning words, or of eloquence, or of the slackness of the work of those who work as though they were not in earnest. Curlydown and Bagwax
And yet he longed to go to Sydney with all his heart. He would be almost broken-hearted if he were robbed of that delight. In this frame of mind he packed all his envelopes carefully into a large hand-bag, and started in a cab for Sir John Joram's chambers. 'Where are you going with them now? Curlydown asked, somewhat disdainfully, just as Bagwax was starting.
Then there was again silence between them for a quarter of an hour, during which Curlydown was hurrying through his work, and Bagwax was meditating whether it was certainly his duty to make known the facts as to the postage-stamp. 'You are so unkind, said Bagwax at last, in a tone of injured friendship, burning to tell his new discovery.
'That does look like something, said Curlydown, whispering to his friend in the railway carriage. They were sitting opposite to each other, with their knees together, and were of course discussing the envelope. 'It is everything. When they were making up their case in Australia, and when the woman brought out the cover with his writing upon it, with the very name, Mrs.
But when it comes to opinion, if a man allows himself to waver, he will be taken as thinking the very opposite of what he does think. Such had been the case with Mr. Curlydown. He had intended to be very correct.
Farewell, Sydney, and all her charms. Farewell to her orange groves, her blue mountains, and her rich gold-fields. 'Take a drop of whitewash to wind up, and then we'll join the ladies. Curlydown was a strictly hospitable man, and in his own house would not appear to take amiss anything his guest might say. But when Bagwax became too poetical over his wine, Curlydown waxed impatient.
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