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Tams served the solitary tea, Rachel was just as idiotic as before. "By the way, Mrs. Tams," she began again, "did you happen to tell Mr. Fores where I'd gone this afternoon?... You see, we'd no opportunity to discuss anything," she added, striving once more after verisimilitude. "Yes'm. I told him when I took him his early cup o' tea." "Did he ask you?" "Now ye puzzle me, ma'am!
When she emerged from the shop she had the illusion of being breathless, and in the midst of a terrific adventure the end of which none could foresee. She was furious against Miss Malkin and against herself. Yet she indignantly justified herself. Was not Louis Fores Mrs.
"It is a subject he states himself as quite indifferent about, so long as it can pleasure your Majesty." "Body of us, man!" said the king, "it is the speech of a true man and a loving subject, and we will grace him accordingly what though he be but a carle a twopenny cat may look at a king. Swith, man! have him pundite fores. Moniplies?
"Hello, Fores!" said Horrocleave very sardonically, with no other greeting. "I thought ye were too ill to move." No word of sympathy in the matter of the accident! Simply the tone of an employer somehow aggrieved! "I'm out to-day for the first time. Had to come down here on a matter " Horrocleave spoke lower, and even more sardonically. "I hear ye're off to America."
I'd warn Horrocleave, but it's no business o' mine, especially as ye made me help ye to put him into Horrocleave's.... There's half a dozen people in this town and in Hanbridge that can add up Louis Fores, and have added him up! And now he's robbed ye in yer own house. But it makes no matter. He's safe enough!" He sardonically snorted. "He's safe enough.
And so she set a watch on her gestures, and moderated her voice, secretly yielding to the benevolence of the old lady, and said, in the tone of a wise and kind woman of the world and an incarnation of profound sagacity "What do I see of Mr. Fores, Mrs. Maldon? I see nothing of Mr. Fores, or hardly.
She said to herself, without meaning it, that no power should induce her ever to enter the shop again. And she thought: "I can't possibly go into another shop to-night I can't possibly do it! And yet I must. Why am I such a silly baby?" As they walked slowly along the pavement she was in the wild dream anew, and Louis Fores was her only hope and reliance. She clung to him, though not with her arm.
At this juncture Louis Fores, without intending to do so, would certainly have turned Mrs. Maldon's last years into a tragedy, had he not in the very nick of time inherited about a thousand pounds. He was rehabilitated. He "had money" now. He had a fortune; he had ten thousand pounds; he had any sum you like, according to the caprice of rumour.
Louis, pleased, thought, "This man is a fine waiter." Somehow Krupp made it seem as if by the force of his will he had forced Faulkner's to be open in order to oblige Mr. Fores. "Because," said Louis casually, "I've no luggage, not a rag, and I want to buy a few things, and no other place'll be open." "Yes, sir," said Krupp, mysterious and quite incurious.
He was a pigeon-flyer by choice, and a clerk in order that he might be a pigeon-flyer. His fault was that, with no moral right whatever to do so, he would treat Louis Fores as a business equal in the office and as a social equal in the street. He sprang upon Louis now as one grinning valet might spring upon another, enormous with news, and whispered
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