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And while Mr Pitskiver, still panting from his exertions, related to his daughters and their enchanted partners his grounds for anger at the attempt to impose Miss Hendy on him instead of a statue, Mr Daggles shut the front door in great exultation as the last of the intruders vanished, and said "Snipe, old Pits may do after all.
"I have devoted much time to the study of the fine arts I have seen many statues I have frequently been in sculptors' studios; I prefer Stickleback to Canova." "I honour his moral elevation," observed Miss Hendy, "in stamping on eternal marble the femininity of the subject of his chisel." "I must really have the first view," whispered Mr Pitskiver. "Can't you remind him, Bristles?
I will satisfy myself concerning this and advise you without delay. I am, dear sir, yours faithfully, Alfred Pamphlett, Manager. "Business as usual" Mr Pamphlett repeated it many times to himself as he went through the rest of his correspondence. His spirit in revulsion after his brief scare soared almost to gaiety. He walked into the main room of the Bank as Hendy started to pull the door-bolts.
It's money will put us through this, Hendy, as it always has. We mayn't wear uniforms" Mr Pamphlett smoothed down the alpaca over his stomach "but we're the real sinews of this War."
"Everyone, all say things, I tell you," whispered Mademoiselle turning her head as she went on downstairs. Miriam ran into the empty summer-house tearing open a well-filled envelope. There was a long letter from Eve, a folded half-sheet from mother. Her heart beat rapidly. Thick straight rain was seething down into the garden. "Come and say good-bye to Mademoiselle, Hendy." "Is she going?"
In the midst of these cogitations he drew near Miss Hendy and if you were to judge by the number of elbows which young ladies, in all parts of the room, nudged into other young ladies' sides, and the strange smiles and winks that were exchanged by the more distant members of the society you might easily perceive that there was something very impressive in the manner of his address.
"I'm horrible afear'd," observed the elder gentleman putting down his empty glass, "as my son Bill Whalley is a reg'lar fool." "Oh, pardon me!" exclaimed Bristles "I haven't the, honour of his intimacy, but " "Only think the liberties he allows himself in regard to this here intellectual lady, Miss Hendy.
And about six o'clock there was a highly interesting and superior party of eight, to whom Miss Hendy administered cod's-head and shoulders, aphorisms and oyster sauce, in almost equal proportion; while Mr Pitskiver, like a "sweet seducer, blandly smiling," made polite enquiries whether he should not relieve her of the trouble.
Hendy ushered in Nicky-Nan, who hobbled forward to the table, hat in hand. "Good-morning, Nanjivell!" said Mr Pamphlett. "'Mornin', sir." "Another plea, I suppose? when you had my word on Saturday that I'd done with you." "'Tain't that." "Then what is it? . . . For I hardly suppose 'tis to pay up rent and arrears." "One two three four five six seven!"
The result of this resolution was seen in a very few days after the interesting scene in Harley Street; and the following announcement in the newspapers will put our readers in as full a state of knowledge as we can boast of being in ourselves: "Woman's value Vindicated as the teacher and example of Man, by Mrs Bristles, late Miss Hendy, Hammersmith."
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