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They were most kind, gentle, and genial. The eldest brother was in Sir William Forbes's bank. George was agent for Mr. Patrick Maxwell Stuart in connection with his West India estates, and the third brother was his assistant. The elder brother was an admirable performer on the violoncello, and he treated us during these Saturday evenings with noble music from Beethoven and Mozart.
In response to a very determined request for a word with some one in authority, "on a matter of real urgency," the clerk who had answered the call brought "Mr. Forbes's secretary," a Mr. Macdonald, to the telephone. "It is important, vitally important, that I should speak with Mr. Forbes within the next few minutes," said Theydon, after giving his name and address.
It was Sunday, and Mr. Bonnell was dining at Bel-Air Park. Had Jewel thought of it, she might have contrasted the expression of Mrs. Forbes's face as she waited at table this evening with the look it wore on the day she first arrived; might have noted the cheerful flow of talk which enlivened the board, in distinction from the stiff silence or bitter repartee which once chilled her.
He'll be ready to shake hands in the morning. Come, or we shall get in disgrace for being late." Frank was marched off to the messroom; but he felt as if every mouthful would choke him, and that he would have given anything to have gone and shared Andrew Forbes's confinement, even if he had only received hard words for his pains.
W , and produced a ten-guinea bank-note, which was found in the foreman's box. Upon examination, this note was discovered to be the very note which Mr. Macpherson sent with the change to Pasgrave. It was No. 177, of Sir William Forbes's bank, as mentioned in the circumstantial entry in the day-book.
You'll have a holiday on New Year's anyhow; whether you'll have anything to eat or not is a different question." "I've an invitation to dinner," said Bertie timidly, "me and William John. It's from Doctor Forbes's little girls the ones that gave me the mittens." He handed her the little note, and Mrs. Ross stooped down and read it by the fitful gleam of light which came from the cracked stove.
Ten minutes after, he burst into Forbes's room with the open letter in his hand. "See here, old fellow, I'm off to the Profile House. Can you get ready?" "Get ready? Why, you can't go anywhere tonight." "Yes I can. The proprietor says he will send us across to Redwood to catch the night train for Ogdensburg." "But how about the Lachine Rapids?
No doubt the contrast was very painful when she returned from Mrs Forbes's warm parlour to sleep in her own garret, with the snow on the roof, scanty clothing on the bed, and the rats in the floor. But there are two sides to a contrast; and it is wonderful also how one gets through what one cannot get out of.
These notes, made previous to reading Professor Forbes's travels in the Alps, sufficiently show that perpetual snow, whether as ice or glacier, obeys the same laws in India as in Europe; and I have no remarks to offer on the structure of glaciers, that are not well illustrated and explained in the abovementioned admirable work.
I had to take her aside and explain to her Forbes's honours; then she fired up there is a naïve hero-worship about her just now that she is fresh from a colony and made herself as pleasant to him as a girl could be. I prophesy Forbes will think of nothing else for the season. 'Well, she's a brilliant creature, said Kendal.
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