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Jaffery stood with folded arms holding the bowl of his pipe in one hand and looked down on Mr. Fendihook as on some puzzling insect. "Do you mind if I take off my gloves?" our strange visitor asked. "Pray do," said I. The sight of the fellow wandering about a garden bareheaded and gloved in yellow chamois leather had begun to affect my nerves. He peeled them off.
He waved her off. "Take her away, Hilary." "Come," said I. "I'll tell you all about it." "He has got to tell me, not you." "I certainly don't know why the devil you're here," said Fendihook, with sudden nastiness. "I've come to save this lady from a dirty blackguard." "How are you going to do it?" Jaffery addressed Liosha. "You said in your letter "
"That's what I want to have," he continued, "when I can afford to retire and settle down. None of your gimcrack modern villas in a desirable residential neighbourhood, but an English gentleman's country house." "It's your ambition to be an English gentleman, Mr. Fendihook?" queried Doria. He laughed good-humouredly. "Now you're pulling my leg." I saw that he was not lacking in shrewdness.
But on Saturday evening, she asked Barbara, over the telephone, for permission to bring a friend, a gentleman staying in the boarding house, the happy possessor of a car, who would motor her down. His name was Fendihook. Barbara replied that she would be delighted to see Liosha's friend, and of course came back to us and speculated as to who and what this Mr. Fendihook might be.
Daughter of a distinguished Civil servant, a K.C.B., assumed to be on friendly terms with a Boneless Wonder! "But indeed I don't, Mr. Fendihook," she replied pathetically. "Yes, yes, you must." He snapped his fingers. "Got it. Romeo! You must have heard of Romeo." I sniggered I couldn't help it at Barbara's face. He went on with his reminiscences.
I read: "Dear Jaff Chayne, "As you are my Trustee, I guess I ought to tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to marry Ras Fendihook " I looked up. "But you told me the man was married already." "He is. Read on." "We are going to be married at once. We are going to be married at Havre in France.
She acclaimed his tricks, she laughed at his anecdotes, she urged him on to further exhibition of prowess, and in a magnificent way appeared unconscious of the presence at the table of her trustee and would-be dragon, Jaffery Chayne. After lunch Susan obeyed my instructions and stuck very close to Mr. Fendihook. Doria retired for her afternoon rest.
"You wrote to him, you crazy fool, after all my instructions?" snarled Fendihook. "You said in your letter you were going to marry this man." "Sure," said Liosha. "And are you going to marry this lady?" "Certainly." "Why didn't you marry her in England?" "I told you in my letter," said Liosha. "See here we don't want any of your interference."
"Do you think she's gone off with the fellow already?" "You had better ring up Queen's Gate and find out." He rushed from the room. I hastily finished shaving, while Barbara discoursed to me on the neglect of our duties with regard to Liosha. Presently Jaffery burst in like a rhinoceros. "She's gone! She went on Thursday. And this is Saturday. Fendihook left last Sunday.
I smiled and shook hands and gave the car into the charge of my chauffeur, who appeared from the stable-yard. In the hall, aided by Franklin, Mr. Ras Fendihook divested himself of his outer wrappings and revealed a thickset man of medium height, rather flashily attired.
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