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"Thank you," said Gedge, rather uncomfortably, "it's very kind of you, Mr Durfy, but I've promised Cruden to go with him." "Promised Cruden! What do you mean? Cruden'll keep till to-morrow; the orders won't." "I'm afraid I can't," said Gedge. "Afraid! I tell you I don't mean to stand here all night begging you. Just come along and no more nonsense. We'll have a night of it."
You can consider yourself lucky to get a supper out of us this last night." "You forget I can make it precious awkward for you if I like," growled Durfy. "Awkward! You've a right to be a judge of what's awkward after the neat way you've managed things," sneered Shanklin. "It takes you all your time to make things awkward for yourself, let alone troubling about us."
Let the boy alone, do you hear?" added he, addressing Reginald, "and take yourself off. Come along, Gedge." "Gedge is not going with you," said Reginald, keeping the boy's arm in his; "he's coming with me, aren't you, young 'un?" The boy pressed his arm gratefully, but made no reply. This was all Mr Durfy wanted to fill up the vials of his wrath.
Durfy always hated when Mr Shanklin alluded to his blunders, and he scowled all the more viciously now because he felt that, after all, he could do little against his two patrons which would not recoil with twofold violence on his own head. No, he had better confine his reprisals to the Crudens by Mr Shuckleford's assistance, and meanwhile make what he could out of these ungrateful sharpers.
If you don't shut up, and sit down, Durfy, we shall make you. "He caved in after that, and I was rather glad we hadn't to go to extremes. "`Hadn't we better get the letter? whispered I. "`No; he'd better fork it out to Granville, said Waterford. "He was wrong for once, as you shall hear.
"`I'm hungry, growled he, about two o'clock. "`So are we, said Waterford. "`Well, go and get something. I'm not going to be starved, I tell you. I'll make you smart for it, both of you. "`You've been told to shut up, said Waterford, rising to his feet with a glance towards the drawer where the cord was kept. "Durfy was quiet after that for an hour or so.
"Alf thinks we'd better do the thing from Liverpool," continued Mr Medlock, "and all we want is a good secretary a nice, green, innocent, stupid, honest young fellow that's what we want. If we could pick up one of that sort, there's no doubt of the thing working." Mr Durfy started and coloured up, and then looked first at Mr Medlock and then at Mr Shanklin. "What's the matter?
With Reginald to supply them with honesty, with easy-going spendthrifts, like Blandford and Pillans, to supply them with money, and with a cad like Durfy to do their dirty work for them, they were in as comfortable and hopeful a way as the promoters of such an enterprise could reasonably hope to be. The trio at the Shades soon forgot Reginald in the delights of one another's sweet society.
Satisfactory as this was, in a certain sense, for Reginald, it was not a flattering way of ending his difficulties, nor did the spirit in which Mr Durfy accepted his chief's reprimand at all tend to restore him to cheerfulness. "Bah, you miserable idiot, you! Give up that broom, and get out of this, or I'll chuck you out."
They continued their conversation as though no third party had been near, and except that Mr Medlock nodded when the waiter said "For three?" seemed to see as little of him as Hamlet's mother did of the Ghost. However, for the time being that nod of Mr Medlock's was all Durfy particularly coveted. He was hungry. Time enough to stand on his dignity when the knife and fork had done their work.
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