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"Friends!" retorted Dawkins, scornfully, "who authorized you to call yourself my friend?" "Creditor, then, if it will suit you better, mon ami." "Hush," said Dawkins, in an alarmed whisper, "he will hear," here he indicated Paul with his finger. "And why should I care? I have no secrets from the young man." "Stop, Duval," exclaimed Dawkins, in an angry whisper, "Leave the office at once.
'Give her a whiff of fresh air with the bellows, Charley, said Mr. Dawkins; 'and you slap her hands, Fagin, while Bill undoes the petticuts. These united restoratives, administered with great energy: especially that department consigned to Master Bates, who appeared to consider his share in the proceedings, a piece of unexampled pleasantry: were not long in producing the desired effect.
His thoughts continually recurred to his pecuniary embarrassments, and the debt which he owed to Duval seemed to hang like a millstone around his neck. How should he approach his father on the subject? In his present humor he feared he would have little chance. As his father laid down the newspaper Dawkins said, "Wouldn't you like a game of checkers, sir?"
Dawkins gave his hat a ferocious cock, after delivering this sentiment, and looked at Master Bates, as if to denote that he would feel obliged by his saying anything to the contrary. 'I am, repeated the Dodger. 'So's Charley. So's Fagin. So's Sikes. So's Nancy. So's Bet. So we all are, down to the dog. And he's the downiest one of the lot! 'And the least given to peaching, added Charley Bates.
Damer had not yet escaped from his wife, who was still fretful from the result of her little accident. "It was all the chattering of that Miss Dawkins," said Mrs. Damer. "She would not let me attend to what I was doing." "Miss Dawkins is an ass," said her husband. "It is a pity she has no one to look after her," said Mrs. Damer.
Miss Dawkins left the house with an eager young Damer yelling on each side of her; but nevertheless, though thus neglected by the gentlemen of the party, she was all smiles and prettiness, and looked so sweetly on Mr. Ingram when that gentleman stayed a moment to help her on to her donkey, that his heart almost misgave him for leaving her as soon as she was in her seat. And then they were off.
Norton to visit the cathedrals with me; Professor Gray to be my botanical oracle; Professor Agassiz to be always ready to answer questions about the geological strata and their fossils; Dr. Jeffries Wyman to point out and interpret the common objects which present themselves to a sharp-eyed observer; and Mr. Boyd Dawkins to pilot me among the caves and cairns.
"I don't know; any time when you will invite them to make Wartrace their headquarters, I reckon." "Then I think it will be to-morrow," decided the confident mistress of policies. "It won't do to let Evan see too much of Patricia until after his course of treatment is well under way. Shall we make it to-morrow? And will you telephone Dawkins to bring down the biggest car?
In one corner was a small room, used as a more private office, the door of which was closed. In the larger room the only one whom he saw, was a boy, apparently about his own age, who was standing at a desk and writing. This boy looked around as Paul entered, and he at once recognized in him an old acquaintance. "George Dawkins!" he exclaimed in surprise.
Perhaps we are wrong in thinking that he took the money." "I should think there could be no doubt of it," said Dawkins, not liking the sympathy and returning good feeling for Paul which his employer manifested. "I don't agree with you," said Mr. Danforth, coldly. "I have decided to reinstate Paul in his former place."
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