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He stepped out on to the pavement as Paul approached. "Come in," he said, "I want to see you privately," he added, casting a frightened look at Hay. "In that case I'll leave you," said Grexon, disengaging his arm from Paul. "Dulcinea must wait for another occasion. Go in and do your business. I'll wait without." Paul thanked his friend by a look and went into the shop with the old man.
But her great faults amongst others were vanity and extravagance, so she was always in need of money, and when chance offered, through her brother, to make any, she was not averse to returning to the spy business. Thus it came about that she watched Mr. Grexon Hay for many a long day and night, and he never suspected the pretty, fluffy, kittenish Miss Qian was in reality an emissary of the law.
"Ha!" said Paul, darting a keen glance at his visitor, "you have the strong digestion necessary to happiness. Have you the hard heart also? If I remember at school " "Oh, hang school!" said Grexon, flushing all over his cold face. "I never think of school. I was glad when I got away from it. But we were great friends at school, Paul."
So Beecot wrote to Grexon Hay at his Camden Hill chamber and told him he intended to go to Gwynne Street on a certain day at a certain time. To this Grexon responded by saying that he was at Paul's service and would come especially as he wanted to see Dulcinea of Gwynne Street. Paul laughed at the phrase.
Somehow it irritated him to hear this hardened sinner speak of Sylvia, and he began to think that Grexon Hay had deteriorated. Not that he was considered to be particularly good at Torrington school. In fact, Paul remembered that he had been thoroughly disliked. However, he had no time to go into the matter, for at this moment Aaron appeared at the door of the shop.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Grexon, fiercely. "Oh, he doesn't mean anything," said Miss Qian, sweetly, and putting her cloak round her. "Mr. Beecot, just take me to my cab." "I'll take you to your carriage," said Hay, offering an arm to Mrs. Krill, which she accepted graciously. Lord George followed, grumbling, with the ever-smiling Maud.
"I never do have any engagements," he said with his boyish smile, "thank you. I'll look in if I can. But I am in trouble, Grexon very great trouble." "You shouldn't be," said Hay, smiling. "I know well enough why you will not accept my loan. The papers say Sylvia, your Dulcinea, has inherited a million. You are to marry her.
Amongst other things that Grexon Hay had been engaged to your daughter for two years." "Well?" asked Mrs. Krill, coolly, "what of that?" "Nothing particular," rejoined Hurd, just as coolly, "only I wonder you took the trouble to pretend that you met Hay at Pash's office for the first time." "That was some romantic rubbish of my daughter's.
"I suppose Grexon thinks I am very Quixotic," he thought, "coming to London to tilt with the windmills of the Press. But Don Quixote was wise in spite of his apparent madness, and Grexon will recognize my wisdom when he sees my Dulcinea, bless her! Humph! I wonder if Hay could pacify my father and make him look more kindly on my ambitions. Grexon is a clever fellow, a thoroughly good chap, so "
"Why should Aaron Norman faint when he saw it?" Hay yawned again. "You had better ask your one-eyed friend I think you said he was one-eyed." "He is, and a frightened sort of man. But there's nothing about that opal serpent to make him faint." "Perhaps he did so because it is in the shape of a serpent," suggested Grexon; "a constitutional failing, perhaps.
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