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And she entirely understood that his vagueness was calculated out of pride. They talked about Mr. Dayson a little. "I must go now," said Hilda awkwardly. "I'd like you to take that Hugo," he said. "I dare say it would interest you.... Remind you of old times." "Oh no!" "You can return it, when you like." Her features became apologetic.
I never heard of such doings. Now do warm your feet." "I should have been home sooner, only something happened," said Hilda. "Oh!" Mrs. Lessways exclaimed indifferently. She had in fact no curiosity as to the affairs of Dayson and Company. The sole thing that interested her was Hilda's daily absence and daily return.
She had lived for the moment of its publication, and she could not bear to miss it. She was almost angry with her mother; she was certainly angry with Miss Gailey. All the egotism of the devotee in her was aroused and irate. Then the men came forth from the inner room, with a rather unexpected suddenness. Mr. Cannon appeared first; and after him Mr. Enville; lastly Arthur Dayson, papers in hand.
Cannon's and Arthur Dayson's; there was a third, unfamiliar to her. Karkeek's office below. Then she found a galley-proof under the table. It was a duplicate proof of The Five Towns Chronicle's leading article, dictated to her by a prodigious Arthur Dayson, in Mr. Cannon's presence, on the previous day, and dealing faithfully with "The Calder Street Scandal" and with Mr.
"And tell him we've got to be on the railway bookstalls first thing to-morrow morning." "He'll never do it." "He must do it. I don't care if he works all night." "But " "There hasn't got to be any 'buts, Dayson. There's been a damned sight too much delay as it is." "All right! All right!" Dayson placated him hastily. Mr. Cannon departed.
But the next instant, with her passion for proving to herself how strong she could be, she added: "Well, I just will buy the thread first!" And she went straight into Dayson's little fancy shop, which was full of counter and cardboard boxes and Miss Dayson, and stayed therein for at least five minutes, emerging with a miraculously achieved leisureliness.
For nearly a year she had had lessons in phonography from Miss Dayson's nephew, often as a member of a varying night-class, and sometimes alone during the day. She could not write shorthand as well as Mr. Dayson, and she never would, for Mr. Dayson had the shorthand soul; but, as the result of sustained and terrific effort, she could write it pretty well.
Then he turned and called: "Dayson a moment." "Certainly," said Dayson, jumping up. He planted his hat doggishly at the back of his head, stuck his hands into his pockets, and swaggered after his employer. The inner door closed on the three men. Hilda, staring at the notebook, blushing and nibbling at the pencil, was left alone under the gas. She could feel her heart beating violently.
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