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Harietta pushed Stanislass gently from the room with an injunction to be quick and then she returned and held out her arms to Ferdinand Ardayre. "Now you must not be jealous, Ferdie pet, about Verisschenzko," and she patted him.
I'll go and fetch it now." "Very well. I will get rid of Stanislass for the evening and we can have some hours alone and you will see if I don't help you to worry them hideously, Ferdie, even if that is all we can do!" And when he had left her presence, she paced the room excitedly. "It will prevent Stepan's marrying her at all events for; a long time."
"You needn't bother. I fancy I know Ferdie quite as well as you do." "Oh, I wa'n't boastin'," says I, "and you don't bother me a bit. If you think Ferdie's liable to remember, you're welcome to stick around as long as " "I'll wait half an hour, anyway," he breaks in. "Then you might as well meet Mr. Hamilton," says I. "Friend of Mr. Robert's Marjorie's too, I expect."
"Now guide right! Hep, hep, hep parade rest here you are! And here's the blank you write it on. Now go to it!" "I er but I'm not quite sure," protests Ferdie, peelin' off one of his chamois gloves, "I'm not quite sure of just what I ought to say." "That bein' the case," says I, "it's lucky you ran into me, ain't it? Now what's the argument?" Course it was a harrowin' crisis.
Robert has to drift along and complicate matters by joshin' brother-in-law a little. "Congratulations on your substitute, Ferdie," says he. "Where did he come from?" Which brings a ruddy tint into Ferdie's ears. "Ask Marjorie," says he. "I'm sure he's an utter stranger to me." "Wha-a-at?" says Mr.
He says he can stick it till then, but not a day longer. Poor Mick! He has the most mysterious troubles. I daresay it's the Cheltenham climate as much as anything. It doesn't suit me or Bonny either, and it's simply killing Ferdie by inches. I suppose that's why Bartie makes us stay here in the hope Oh! my dear, I'm worried out of my life about him.
If so, I beg your pardon." "I saw a fine old Western gentleman drive by here with old man Selden yesterday looked like a Westerner, anyhow; big sombrero, leather face, and all that. I hope," said Ferdie anxiously, "that it was not this venerable gentleman who put you on the blink. He was a fine old relic; but he looked rather patriarchal for the rôle of Lochinvar.
"Laziness!" repeated Ferdie sternly. "'Tis a vice that I abhor. Slip me a smoke." Francis Charles fumbled in the cypress humidor at Ferdie's elbow; he leaned over the table and gently closed Ferdie's finger and thumb upon a cigarette. "Match," sighed Ferdie. Boland struck a match; he held the flame to the cigarette's end. Ferdie puffed. Then he eyed his friend with judicial severity.
At the time it occurred, however, nobody praised anybody, and feeling even ran pretty high for a time between Ferdie and Elsie, his wife, and her sister Sally, and Dr. Bates. Dr. Samuel Bates was a rising young surgeon, plain, quiet, and kindly.
How he'd worked it, or what his excuse was for bein' here at all, was useless questions to ask then. What was comin' next was the thing to watch for. As for Ferdie, he just sits there and blinks, followin' 'em through his spare panes. Course I could guess he wa'n't hep to any facts about Skeet. He was just a strange young gent to him, and it wa'n't up to me to add any details.
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