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Miss Maud Krill appeared on the doorstep where the two young men stood and stumbled against Grexon in passing. His hat was off at once, and he apologized profusely. Miss Krill, who seemed a young woman of few words, as Paul thought from her silence in the office, smiled and bowed, but passed on, without saying a "thank you." Mrs.
Who his divinity was, what she was, and why she should be divinised, can be gathered from a conversation her worshipper held with an old school-fellow. It was in Oxford Street at five o'clock on a June afternoon that Paul met Grexon Hay. Turning the corner of the street leading to his Bloomsbury attic, the author was tapped on the shoulder by a resplendent Bond Street being.
"Something after the style of Steerforth and David Copperfield," was Paul's reply as he pushed back his plate; "you were my hero, and I was your slave. But the other boys " He looked again. "They hated me, because they did not understand me, as you did." "If that is so, Grexon, why did you let me slip out of your life? It is ten years since we parted. I was fifteen and you twenty."
Listen," and Paul detailed all he knew, taking the story up to the time of his accident. Hurd listened attentively. "Oh," said he, with a world of meaning, "so Mr. Grexon Hay was with you? Hum! Do you suppose he pushed you into the road on purpose?" "No," said Paul, staring, "I'm sure he didn't. What had he to gain by acting in such a way?" "Money, you may be sure," said Hurd.
But that young man was looking at the solicitor. "Rats leave the sinking ship," said he, bitterly; "you will not prosper, Pash." "Everyone prospers who protects the widow and the orphan," said Pash, in a pious tone, and so disgusted Paul that he closed the door with a bang and went out. Tray was playing chuck-farthing at the door and keeping Mr. Grexon Hay from coming in.
Paul could not help contrasting all this luxury and taste with his bare garret. But with Sylvia's love to warm his heart, he would not have changed places with Grexon Hay for all his splendor. Two ladies were seated by the fire. Mrs. Krill in black, majestic and calm as usual. She wore diamonds on her breast and jewelled stars in her gray hair.
He is a miserable-looking, one-eyed Christian, with the manner of a frightened rabbit." "One-eyed and frightened," repeated Hay, musingly, but without change of expression; "desirable father-in-law. And the daughter?" "Sylvia. She is an angel, a white lily, a " "Of course," said Grexon, cutting short these rhapsodies. "And what do you intend to marry on?"
Paul thought he would tell Hurd this, and, meantime, held out his hand to Hay. In spite of the bad character he had heard of that young man, he saw no reason why he should not be civil to him, until he found him out. Meantime, he was on his guard. "One moment," said Grexon, grasping the outstretched hand. "I have something to say to you," and he walked a little way with Paul.
Luckily, Paul, for his own sake, had somewhat calmed down when Hurd arrived, so the detective was permitted to see him. He sat by the bedside and told the patient who he was. Beecot looked at him sharply, and then recognized him. "You are the workman," he said astonished. "Yes, Mr. Beecot, I am. I hear that you have not taken my warning regarding your friend, Mr. Grexon Hay." "Ah!
See here" Paul displayed a parcel "a pound of sausages. You loved 'em at school, and I'm a superfine cook." Grexon Hay always used expression and word to hide his feelings. But with Paul whom he had always considered a generous ass at Torrington school a trifle of self-betrayal didn't matter much. Beecot was too dense, and, it may be added, too honest to turn any opportunity to advantage.
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