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Un-English to sneer at a man in that way behind his back in the opinion of Number Three. Bring him to book, Delamayn. Your name's in the papers; he can't ride roughshod over You." "Sir Patrick's views are certainly extreme, Smith?" "I think, Jones, it's desirable to hear Mr. Delamayn on the other side."
"My friend, Delamayn." "Your lawyer?" "Yes the junior partner in the firm of Delamayn, Hawke, and Delamayn. Do you know him?" "I am acquainted with him. His wife's family were friends of mine before he married. I don't like him." "You're rather hard to please to-day! Delamayn is a rising man, if ever there was one yet. A man with a career before him, and with courage enough to pursue it.
I don't even know that you may not already have heard of what your position is from Geoffrey Delamayn himself. In this event, or in the event of your thinking it desirable to take Blanche into your confidence, I venture to suggest that you should appoint some person whom you can trust to see me on your behalf or, if you can not do this that you should see me in the presence of a third person.
This done, he trimmed his candle, and began with the letter in ink, which occupied the first three pages of the sheet of note-paper. It ran thus: "WINDYGATES HOUSE, August 12, 1868. "GEOFFREY DELAMAYN, I have waited in the hope that you would ride over from your brother's place, and see me and I have waited in vain. Your conduct to me is cruelty itself; I will bear it no longer.
It was close on twelve o'clock when Anne heard the servant's voice, outside her bedroom door, asking leave to speak with her for a moment. "What is it?" "The gentleman down stairs wishes to see you, ma'am." "Do you mean Mr. Delamayn's brother?" "Yes." "Where is Mr. Delamayn?" "Out in the garden, ma'am." Anne went down stairs, and found Julius alone in the drawing-room.
Having satiated itself with the swans, having exhausted the lake, the general curiosity reverted to the break in the trees at the farther end remarked a startlingly artificial object, intruding itself on the scene, in the shape of a large red curtain, which hung between two of the tallest firs, and closed the prospect beyond from view requested an explanation of the curtain from Julius Delamayn and received for answer that the mystery should be revealed on the arrival of his wife with the tardy remainder of the guests who had loitered about the house.
It's not in my line." Fifty years ago such an answer as this, addressed to a lady, would have been considered inexcusably impertinent. The social code of the present time hailed it as something frankly amusing. The company laughed. Blanche lost her temper. "Can't we interest you in any thing but severe muscular exertion, Mr. Delamayn?" she asked, sharply.
He is going to leave the Firm, and try his luck at the Bar. Every body says he will do great things. What's your objection to him?" "I have no objection whatever. We meet with people occasionally whom we dislike without knowing why. Without knowing why, I dislike Mr. Delamayn." "Whatever you do you must put up with him this evening. He will be here directly." He was there at that moment.
Add to this, that nobody had ever seen him read any thing but a newspaper, and that nobody had ever known him to be backward in settling a bet and the picture of this distinguished young Englishman will be, for the present, complete. Blanche's eye naturally rested on him. Blanche's voice naturally picked him out as the first player on her side. "I choose Mr. Delamayn," she said.
Apparently, every body in the University does not know him!" Mr. Delamayn answered, with a cordial earnestness very pleasant to see: "Give you my word of honor, I never heard of him before in my life! Don't be angry, Sir. I'm not offended with you." He smiled, and took out his brier-wood pipe. "Got a light?" he asked, in the friendliest possible manner.
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