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Updated: June 25, 2025
Slaveys, with clasped hands and faces pale beneath smudges of blacklead, shook in the hall or on the stairs and landing whilst Darco roared, and Paul at the end of a day's work used sometimes to feel as if he had been badly beaten about the head. None the less, the work was finished, and put into rehearsal.
'Grumpy, frumpy, stumpy, dumpy old German! I hate him! 'Don't say that, said Paul. 'There's as kind a heart under old Darco's waistcoat as you'll find in the whole wide world. 'Never mind Darco, Paul dear. He's not a favourite theme of mine. 'I wish you hadn't had to leave him, all the same, because then I shouldn't have had to leave him. Where shall you live in London, Claudia?
Paul took the proffered hand, and was nine-tenths inclined to beg himself back again into Darco's friendship; but he could not bring himself to speak, and in a second or two Darco was in the street, and the opportunity had gone.
'Now, berhabs, said his employer, 'you think I am a vool to gif you a vife-bound node. But if you are not honest I shall be rit of you jeaply, and I shall know at vonce. Paul fired a little at this. 'If you don't think I am to be trusted you had better not employ me. 'That is all right, said Darco. 'I am Cheorge Dargo. I do things my own vay. Look here. Are you vond of imidading beobles?
George Darco and Paul Armstrong was still being played nightly to crowded houses. That did not interest him in the least, and the news of Parliament and the police courts might as well have been written in Sanscrit for all the impression it made upon him. He endured his own impatience resolutely for the stated time, and then walked back to the hotel.
I do not know, sir, whether behind that aspect of prosperity there lurks the probability of another fourpennyworth. 'You mustn't get tipsy to meet Mr. Darco, said Paul. 'There is no fear of that, sir, Mr. Warr answered. 'That, pointing to the empty glass, 'is my first to-day, and I as thirsty as I am hungry. 'Eat, man, eat, said Paul. 'May I, sir? asked Mr. Warr. 'Your fill, said Paul.
There were reams and reams of letters; there were scores and scores of contracts with managers, and actors, and actresses, and upholsterers, and scene-painters, and printers, and bill-posters, and Darco one organized mass of effort at the centre of all the business hurly-burly, doing three men's work, and tearing into fibre the nerves of all men who came near him.
Good-afternoon. She was gone, and everything was gone. Paul made a mechanical effort to get through his business. 'I say, young Armstrong, cried Mr. Berry, 'you're woolgathering; you've given me an extra fiver, or has old Darco found out what I'm worth at last? 'My mistake, said Paul; 'I don't know what I'm doing. I've got a beastly headache; I can't think or see.
You haf got no money? 'No money, said Paul. 'That is a vife-bound node, said Darco. 'Co to your lotchings and bay your pill. I shall stop it out of your zalery. Then you will gome to me at this attress. He gave minute directions about omnibuses green and red and yellow, and all these Paul stored away in his memory as well as he could.
I feel as if I were, but it will be easy for you to fill my place, and I shall always remember how kind and generous you have been to me. 'Now, loog you here, said Darco; 'there is somethings the madder. I can see it in your vace. You dell me vod it is, and I will but it straight for you. I can see that somethings is the madder. I am not a fool. I am Cheorge Dargo. Now dell me.
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