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Nothing had ever been said in the office as to his relations with Haim, though it was of course known that George no longer lodged with the factotum. Mr. Enwright, however, often had disconcerting intuitions concerning matters to which Mr. Orgreave and Lucas were utterly insensible. "Oh no!" George haltingly murmured. "Well, this is all very well, this is !" Mr.
"I had just met him that is all; through a friend of his Archibald Enwright was the name." "Is Enwright in London to vouch for you?" "I'm afraid not. I last heard of him in Interlaken." "Yes? How did you happen to take rooms in this house?" "The first time I called to see the captain he had not yet arrived from India. I was looking for lodgings and I took a great fancy to the garden here."
Enwright was gazing up at the great sham oak rafters that were glued on to the white ceiling, he started upon this new architectural picturesqueness which was to London and the beginning of the twentieth century what the enamelled milking-stool had been to the provinces and the end of the nineteenth century namely, a reminder that even in an industrial age romance should still survive in the hearts of men.
But you needn't pass any exams, to be an architect. Anybody can call himself an architect, and be an architect, without passing exams. Exams. are optional. That's what makes old Enwright so cross with our beautiful profession." He laughed again harshly.
"You know," he said again, "in the whole of the nineteenth century only one cathedral was built in England." "Which was that?" "Truro.... And you could put Truro inside this and leave a margin all round. Mr. Enwright says this is the last cathedral that ever will be built, outside America." They gazed, more and more aware of a solemn miracle. "It's marvellous marvellous!" he breathed.
George nodded, trembling. The telegram read: "Impossible to-day. It was an incredible telegram, as much by what it said as by what it didn't say. It overthrew George. "Seven forty-five, and I'll drive you round," said Lucas. "Tis well," said George. Immediately afterwards Mr. Enwright summoned Lucas.
Pupil and principal glanced discreetly at one another, exchanging in silence vague, malicious, unutterable critical verdicts upon both John Orgreave and his wife. "Well, I am!" said George at length. "Where are you going to?" "Haven't settled a bit," said George. "I wish I could live in Paris." "Paris wouldn't be much good to you yet," Mr. Enwright laughed benevolently. "I suppose it wouldn't.
"However, I happen to be a neighbor of yours, and I have here a letter of introduction from your cousin, Archibald Enwright. I met him in Interlaken and we became very good friends." "Indeed!" said the captain. He held out his hand for the letter, as though it were evidence at a court-martial. I passed it over, wishing I hadn't come. He read it through.
"I'd been thinking a bit about that new town hall." "What new town hall?" "You know " Mr. Enwright did know. "But haven't I even yet succeeded in making it clear that this firm is not going in for that particular competition?" Mr. Enwright's sarcastic and discontented tone challenged George, who stiffened. "Oh! I know the firm isn't going in for it. But what's the matter with me going in for it?"
Enwright had recently been paying a visit to Paris, and George had been sitting for the Intermediate Examination. "You can join me here for a few days after the exam., if you care to," Mr. Enwright had sent over. It was George's introduction to the Continent, and the circumstances of it were almost ideal.
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