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We shall all meet there at dinner this evening, and I wanted to secure as many allies as possible." "You may count on me, Lord Steepleton, at all events. There is nothing I should enjoy better than such a fortnight's holiday, in such good company." "All right," said Lord Steepleton, rising, "I must be off now to Peterhof. It is an organised movement on Mr. Ghyrkins this evening, then.
We rode away under the trees. My impression of the whole visit was unsatisfactory. I had thought Mr. Currie Ghyrkins would be there, and that I would be able to engage him in a political discussion. We could have talked income-tax, and cotton duties, and Kabul by the hour, and Miss Westonhaugh and Isaacs would have had a pleasant tête-
I determined to detain the rest as long as possible, and I seconded Mr. Ghyrkins in passing the claret briskly round, telling all manner of stories of all nations and peoples ancient tales that would not amuse a schoolboy in America, but which were a revelation of profound wit and brilliant humour to the unsophisticated British mind.
In her hand she held a little package wrapped in white tissue paper. I strolled up to the group, leaving Isaacs in his tent. I thought I might as well play innocence. "Of course," I remarked, "those fellows have bagged his ears as usual." "They never omit that," said Ghyrkins. "Oh no, uncle," broke in Miss Westonhaugh, "he gave them to me!" "Who?" asked Ghyrkins, opening his little eyes wide.
John Westonhaugh, who liked Isaacs sincerely, and had probably contemplated the possibility of the latter marrying Katharine, looked sorry at first, and then a half angry expression crossed his face, which softened instantly again. Currie Ghyrkins swore loudly that it was out of the question that it would break up the party that he would not hear of it, and so on.
Griggs, are you very busy?" "Oh dear, no nothing to speak of," I went on writing the unprecedented folly the blatant charlatanism "Mr. Griggs, do you understand these things?" Lord Beaconsfield's "I think so, Miss Westonhaugh" Afghan policy There, I thought, I think that would rouse Mr. Currie Ghyrkins, if he ever saw it, which I trust he never will.
Currie Ghyrkins, the Revenue Commissioner of Mudnugger in Bengal. But I need not now dwell long on the description of this highly-favoured spot, where Baron de Zach might have added force to his demonstration of the attraction of mountains for the pendulum.
As her eyes met those of Isaacs, the colour left her cheeks as suddenly as it had come, leaving her face dead white. She drank a little water, and presently seemed at ease again. I was beginning to think she cared for him seriously. "And pray, John," she asked, "what may a griffin be? It is not a very pretty name to call a young lady, is it?" "Why, a griffin," put in Mr. Ghyrkins, "is the 'Mr.
"Of course we shall have to put off the tiger-hunt." "I suppose so," muttered Kildare, disconsolately. "Why?" said Isaacs. "Not a bit of it. Head or no head, we will start to-morrow morning. I am well enough, never fear." "Nonsense, you know it's nonsense," said Ghyrkins, "you will be in bed all day with a raging headache. Horrid things, knocks on the back of the head."
I shall lay a dâk by messengers before I go to Oude, and between a double set of coolies and lots of ponies wherever the roads are good enough, I shall be at the place of meeting soon enough, never fear." "Oh, very well; but I hardly think Ghyrkins will want to return under three weeks; and I did not think you would want to leave the party."
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