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Off you go! and off you go," added he, rounding on Reginald, "and if we don't make it hot for you among us I'm precious mistaken." It was a proud moment certainly for the cock of the fifth at Wilderham to find himself following meekly at the heels of a youngster like Gedge, who had been commissioned to put him to work and look after him.
"I can find out in a minute," I smiled, "whether she is still in Wellingsford." I wheeled myself to the telephone on my writing-table and rang up Betty at the hospital. "Do you know where Phyllis Gedge is?" Betty's voice came. "Yes. She's here. I've just left her to come to speak to you. Why do you want to know?" "Never mind so long as she is safe and sound.
"Horrors," said Reg, as the guard locked the carriage door, and the usual silence which precedes the blowing of the whistle ensued, "keep your eye on young Gedge, will you? there's a good fellow." "I will, and I'll "
You'd better decide which you'd like best." "Well, as Durfy is looking this way," said Gedge, "I suppose you'd better begin work. Stick that pair of empty cases up there the one with the big holes below and the other one above. You needn't stick them upside down, though, unless you particularly want to; they look quite as well the right way.
If there are any saintly pacifists in Wellingsford, they keep sedulously out of my way, and they certainly do not haunt my Service Club. And these are the only two places in which I have my being. Even Gedge doesn't talk of loving Germans. He just lumps all the belligerents together in one conglomerate hatred, for upsetting his comfortable social scheme.
It was on the morning on which Randall interviewed me in the garden, the morning after he had broken with Gedge that Phyllis, having a little off-time, went home. She found her father in the office making out a few bills. He thrust forward his long chin and aggressive beard and scowled at her. "Oh, it's you, is it? Come at last where your duty calls you, eh?"
"Thank you," said Gedge, rather uncomfortably, "it's very kind of you, Mr Durfy, but I've promised Cruden to go with him." "Promised Cruden! What do you mean? Cruden'll keep till to-morrow; the orders won't." "I'm afraid I can't," said Gedge. "Afraid! I tell you I don't mean to stand here all night begging you. Just come along and no more nonsense. We'll have a night of it."
"Do you hear?" said Reginald, almost shouting the words. "I'm not going to please you. I shall go to please myself. I give you notice, and thank Heaven I've done with you." Durfy looked up with a laugh. "Go and make that noise outside," he said. "We can do without you here. Gedge, my man, put those cases beside you back into the rack, and go and tell the porter he's wanted."
His mother has told me that one day when he was asleep she found he was still wearing his identification disc ... there was an old faded photograph of me on the other side ... it had been there all through the war .... You see," she added, after a pause during which her heaving bosom and quivering lip made her maddeningly lovely, "I don't care a brass button for anything that Gedge may say."
As I didn't know, either, our colloquy was fruitless. Eventually Sir Anthony said: "Perhaps it's likely, after all, that Gedge may offend young Oxford's fastidiousness. It can't be long before he discovers Gedge to be nothing but a vulgar, blatant wind-bag; and then he may undergo some reaction." I agreed. It seemed to be the most sensible thing he had said.
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