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"May I ask, sir, are you engaged to my daughter?" demanded Mr. Haim, getting every instant still more excited. George had once before seen him agitated about Marguerite, but by no means to the same degree. He trembled. He shook. His dignity had a touch of the grotesque; yet it remained dignity, and it enforced respect.
Haim hurried up the stairs, bent over his wife, and seized her under the arms. Mr. Prince took her by the legs. They could not lift her. They were both thin little men, quite unaccustomed to physical exertion. Mrs. Haim lay like a giantess, immovably recumbent between their puny, straining figures. "Here, let me try," said George eagerly, springing towards the group. With natural reluctance Mr.
Haim, flashing a lamp-ray on the coal-hole and the area door as he turned, crossed the stone passage into the other basement room. "This is our second sitting-room," said Mr. Haim, entering. There she was at work, rapt, exactly as George had seen her from the outside. But now he saw the right side of her face instead of the left.
"All right," said he. "I'll come." "I don't think that lamp's been very well trimmed to-day," said Mr. Haim apologetically, sniffing. "Does it smell?" "Well, I do notice a slight odour." "I'll open the window," said George heartily. He rose, pulled the curtains, and opened the front French window with a large gesture.
If you don't want to meet him to-night again, hadn't you better " "Oh! If she's gone, he'll be gone too by this time. Trust him!" Mr. Prince approached them, urging Marguerite soothingly to stay as long as she liked. She shook her head, and pressed his hand affectionately. When George and Marguerite re-entered No. 8 by the front door, Mr. Haim was still sitting overcome at the tea-table.
Haim moved silently on slippered feet to the mantelpiece, out of the circle of lamplight, and dropped some ash into the empty fire-place. "I congratulate you," said George. "Thank you!" said Mr. Haim brightly, seizing gratefully on the fustian phrase, eager to hall-mark it as genuine and put it among his treasures. Without doubt he was flattered.
Haim appeared smiling in the doorway. "Ah!" breathed everybody, assuaged. "Ah!" Mr. Haim moved from in front of the tea-tray to the next seat. Mrs. Haim was perhaps somewhat pale, but she gave a sincere, positive assurance that she was perfectly well again. Reassurance spread throughout the company.
He assuredly did not want to be caught in the act of washing-up, but he did want to be able to say in his elaborately nonchalant manner, answering a question about the disappearance of the tea-things: "I thought I might as well wash-up while I was about it." And he did want Mrs. Haim to be put in a flutter by the news that Mr. George Cannon had washed-up for her.
Peter Haim captured the Spanish flotilla, estimated at twelve millions of florins. The Prince took Bois-le duc, Maestricht, and Breda, and reduced the Dutchy of Limburgh. Under his auspices, the celebrated Van Tromp commenced his career of naval glory, by obtaining a complete victory over the Spanish fleet, consisting of seventy men of war. Prince Frederick died in 1658.
Their faces were rather close together. George forced himself away by a terrific effort and left the kitchen. "Jackanapes!" George swung round, very pale. Then with a hard laugh he departed. He stood in the hall, and thought of Mrs. Haim upstairs. The next moment he had got his hat and overcoat and was in the street. A figure appeared in the gloom. It was Mr. Prince. "Hallo! Going out?
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