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In the end, what between anxiety and annoyance, he lost control of his temper and from peevish irritability broke out suddenly into a fit of weak ungovernable rage. Julia was obliged at once to desist, seeing with regret that she had transgressed one of the doctor's rules and excited the patient very much indeed. She left him to recover control of himself and went to look for Mr. Gillat.
Gillat said, anything was better than nothing; the real surprise was why it should have been left to Julia. She asked Johnny about it, but he could not tell her much; he really knew very little except that there was something, and that the lawyer wanted her address and was annoyed when her relations could not give it.
There seemed very little she could do except prevent the banishing of her father to London. She would write to her mother about that, and, what might be rather more effective, to Mr. Gillat.
Johnny" and she stretched out a hand to him, a thing which was rare, for no one thought it necessary to shake hands with Mr. Gillat "it's very good of you to offer; I'm grateful to you; I'm awfully glad you did it; you made me ashamed." Johnny looked at her perplexed; the note of bitterness in her voice had deepened to something more he was altogether at a loss to understand.
Gillat, a very old friend of mine," Julia explained, and Joost bowed deeply, offering his hand and saying, "I hope that you are well, sir." Whereupon Mr. Gillat impressed, imitated him as nearly as he could, and Julia looked away. They had dinner in the kitchen on Sundays as well as week days, they made no difference to-day.
He smiled benignly as he remembered this, observing, "I dare say something will be done I hope it may; your mother's a wonderful woman, a wonderful " He broke off to listen; Julia listened too, then she rose to her feet. "That's father," she said, and went to let him in. Mr. Gillat followed her to the door.
But Joost was romantic; it was only natural with the extreme and almost childish simplicity of his nature there should be some romance, and there was nothing to satisfy that sentiment in Mr. Gillat. "Johnny?" he said; "yes, but it is not very pretty; it does not suggest a beautiful flower. Why not call it after the heroine of some book or a friend or comrade?
In time they reached Mark Lane, from whence it is no great walk to the Tower Stairs. There is a cheap way of going to Holland from there for those who do not mind spending twenty-four hours on the journey; Julia did not mind. When she and Johnny Gillat arrived at the Tower Stairs they saw the steamer lying in the river, a small Dutch boat, still taking in cargo from loaded lighters alongside.
For a moment he stared at his visitor in astonishment, and Rawson-Clew apologised for his intrusion. "I was looking for Captain Polkington," he said. "I was told he was probably here." "Ah!" Mr. Gillat exclaimed, his face lighting into a smile. "Of course, of course! Captain Polkington's out just now, but he'll be in soon. Come in, won't you; come in and wait for him."
When Julia came in, the towel-horse had been removed from the fender, and a fire was sputtering awkwardly in the grate, while Mr. Gillat, proud as a school-boy who has planned a surprise treat, was trying to coax the smoke up the damp chimney. "Johnny!" Julia exclaimed, "what extravagance! It's quite a warm night, too!" Johnny smiled delightedly.
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