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Of course Mr Fadge is not immediately responsible; but it'll be unpleasant for him, decidedly unpleasant. He smiled grimly. 'You hear this, Marian? 'How is it explained, father? 'May be accident, of course; but well, there's no knowing. I think it very likely this will be the end of Mr Fadge's tenure of office. Rackett, the proprietor, only wants a plausible excuse for making a change.
'In that case, Jasper resumed at length, 'your father doesn't think of me in a very friendly way? 'He scarcely could 'No, no. And I quite understand that the mere fact of my working for Fadge would prejudice him against me. But that's no reason, I hope, why you and I shouldn't be friends? 'I hope not.
"Soda," common flour bread, never in the shape of a loaf, but bread that lay flat on the griddle; "pirta oaten" made of flour and oatmeal; and "fadge" potato bread. She always sung while baking and she sang the most melancholy and plaintive airs.
Of course I heard nothing about the two reviews, and I was almost afraid to smile whilst Fadge was talking with me, lest I should betray my thought. Did you know anything about the fellow before? 'Not I. Didn't know who edited The Study. 'Nor I either. Remarkable what a number of illustrious obscure are going about. But I have still something else to tell you.
Gradually he had passed from quiet appreciation of the joke to undisguised mirth and pleasure. His utterance of the name 'Mr Fadge' sufficiently intimated that he had some cause of personal discontent with the editor of The Study. 'The author, remarked Milvain, 'ought to make a good thing out of this. 'Will, no doubt.
'Shall I be doing wrong, Mr Milvain, Marian began in a very low voice, 'if I ask you about the authorship of something in this month's Current? 'I'm afraid I know what you refer to. There's no reason why I shouldn't answer a question of the kind. 'It was Mr Fadge himself who reviewed my father's book? 'It was confound him! I don't know another man who could have done the thing so vilely well.
Fadge desired nothing better; the uproar which arose chaff, fury, grave comments, sneering spite could only result in drawing universal attention to his anonymous cleverness, and throwing ridicule upon the heavy, conscientious man. Well, you probably remember all about it. It ended in the disappearance of Yule's struggling paper, and the establishment on a firm basis of Fadge's reputation.
Concerning the authorship there was no mystery, and Alfred Yule had the indiscretion to make a violent reply, a savage assault upon Fadge, in the columns of The Balance.
'You admit they are that? 'I feel very sure that Mr Fadge is. 'Then you are not on his side against me? 'How could you suppose such a thing? 'Well, well; we won't talk of that. Perhaps it isn't a great matter. No from a philosophical point of view, such things are unspeakably petty. But I am not much of a philosopher. He laughed, with a break in his voice.
'Look at this! he cried, holding the letter to her. It was a communication from the publishers who owned The Current; they stated that the editorship of that review would shortly be resigned by Mr Fadge, and they inquired whether Milvain would feel disposed to assume the vacant chair. Amy sprang up and threw her arms about her husband's neck, uttering a cry of delight. 'So soon!
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