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This gentleman his name was S. P. Escott held, with others, that, for the good name of the community, steps should be taken to abate the infantile, futile activities of the besotted legatee. Afterward Mr. Escott, giving a partial account of the conversation with Judge Priest to certain of his friends, showed unfeigned annoyance at the outcome.
Among other things, she fancies the coachman has spread it all over Southwick that she has gone wrong with Berkins and that fellow Escott. Just fancy if Berkins a ten thousand a year man should hear of it! I don't know what he would say. He would peg into me; he is at times very hard indeed upon me.
He was particularly pleasant to the press-agent, Kenneth Escott; he took him to lunch at the Athletic Club and had him at the house for dinner. Like many of the cocksure young men who forage about cities in apparent contentment and who express their cynicism in supercilious slang, Escott was shy and lonely.
One was from Lord Mount Rorke, enclosing a cheque, another a daintily cut envelope, smelling daintily, came from Lady Seveley. "DEAR MR ESCOTT, I have not seen anything of you for a very long time; you promised to lunch with me before you left town, but I suppose amid the general gaieties and friends of the season you were carried far away quite out of my reckoning.
Meason?" "Mr. Meason knows very well that I do not wish to know him." "If you only come here to insult my guest, the sooner you go out the better. Had I known that you intended to behave in this fashion I should have left you standing outside till morning. I'll not have " "Never mind, Escott; I'm off. Mr. Brookes and I are no longer on speaking terms, that's all! I'll see you later on."
But that’s not our business, after all.” “By the way,” said Escott, a couple of days later, “how is your mysterious man getting on? I haven’t seen him myself yet.” Sherlaw laughed. “He’s turning out a regular sportsman, by George! For the first day he was more or less in the same state in which he arrived.
Dr Escott could contain himself no longer, and whispering something to Sir Richard, the two left the room. Imperturbable as ever, Mr Bunker talked gaily for a few minutes to an unresponsive audience, and then, remarking that he would join the ladies, left the room. A minute or two later Sir Richard, with an anxious face, returned with Dr Escott. “Where is the Baron?” he asked.
Then those who were within reach of his voice listened with all their ears Colonel Escott, Flaherty, Maistre, and Miss Hicks, of course, who even called him by name: 'Oh, Mr. Wilford, 'Now, Mr. Wilford, &c. After dinner, in the smoking-room, a cluster of people hung round us; men with whom I had no acquaintance came merrily up and asked to be introduced. Colonel Escott and Flaherty joined us.
He had, for instance, a diverting habit of modifying the time, and even the tune, of the hymns on Sunday, and he confessed to having kissed all the nurses and housemaids except three. But both Escott and Sherlaw declared they had never met a more congenial spirit.
"Weren't they, Jessie? Are you asleep?" "No, I am not asleep. Do hold your tongue, Willy, I want to hear the story. You were standing by the lock, Mr. Escott." "Ah, yes, so they were." "I felt it was my duty, so I told her that I felt it was my mission to save to save her from that man, and I made her promise me not to see him again." "Then it is all right. Nobody can be more glad than I am.
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