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Updated: June 17, 2025
But prospects of revenge do not fill empty stomachs, and Durfy at the end of a week began to discover that there might be an end even to the private resources of the late overseer of an evening newspaper and the part proprietor of an Agency Corporation.
They appeared by no means elated at seeing him, but that mattered very little to the hungry Durfy, who followed them into the supper-room and took his seat at the table beside them. If he had been possessed of any sensitiveness, it might have been wounded by the utter indifference, after the first signs of displeasure, they paid to his presence.
"Magog" nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard this audacious reply, and scarcely ventured to look round to notice the effect of it on Mr Durfy. The effect was on the whole not bad. For a moment the overseer was dumbfounded and could not speak. But a glance at the resolute pale boy in front of him checked him in his impulse to use some other retort but the tongue.
Edward made as light of his own kindness as he could, and begged Tom to think nothing of such a trifle. "One word I will say to you, Durfy, and I'm sure you'll pardon me for it." "Could you say a thing to offend me?" was the answer. "You are to be married soon, I understand?" "To-morrow," said Tom.
"There's no mistake about that being the sort of chap we want," said Mr Medlock. "If only we can get hold of him," said Mr Shanklin. "Leave that to me," said Mr Durfy; "only if he comes to you never say a word about me, or he'll shy off." Whereupon these three guileless friends finished their glasses and separated in great good spirits and mutual admiration.
For the matter of that, after the blowing-up about the back case-room, he had got into it the wrong side last night, so that he was doubly perturbed in spirit, and a short conversation he had just had with the manager below had not tended to compose him. "Durfy," said that brusque official, as the overseer passed his open door, "come in. What about those two lads I sent up to you yesterday?
An immediate removal to the neighbouring cottage on Dinas Island was recommended, particularly as Lady Scatterbrain was in a delicate situation, as well, indeed, as Mrs. Durfy, who, with her dear Tom, had joined Lord Scatterbrain's party of pleasure. On reaching the cottage, sufficient change of clothes was obtained to prevent evil consequences from the ducking.
"Come on, young 'un." "Come on, young 'un!" echoed Mr Durfy, taking his cigar from his mouth and flicking the ashes in Reginald's direction, "that's just what I was going to say. Young Gedge, you're coming with me to-night. I've got orders for the Alhambra, my boy, and supper afterwards."
"A company?" said Mr Durfy; "I'll wager it's not a limited one, if you're at the bottom of it! What's your little game now?" "It's a little idea of Alf's," said Mr Medlock, whose Christian name was Moses, "and it ought to come off too. This is something the way of it.
With this considerately worded injunction in his ears it is hardly to be wondered at that Mr Durfy was not all smiles as he entered the domain which owned his sway. His eye naturally lit on Reginald as the most suitable object on which to relieve his feelings. "Now, then, there," he called out. "What do you mean by interfering with the men in their work?"
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