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"He'll be able to get a motorbike there," a suggestion which gave Mr Hesketh to reflect later that if that was the general idea of doing business it must be an easy country to make money in. The customer was satisfied at last, and Mr Murchison walked sociably to the door with him; it was the secretary of the local Oddfellows' Lodge, who had come in about a furnace. "Now's our chance," said Lorne.
In one consciousness Lorne made concise and relevant remarks; in another he sat in a spinning dark world and waited for the crash. It seemed to come when Hesketh said, preparing to go, "I'll tell Miss Milburn I saw you. I suppose this change in your political prospects won't affect your professional plans in any way you'll stick on here, at the Bar?"
"I'll stay, too," said Sir Thorald, eagerly; "Cecil and Molly can take the children to Paris; Madame de Morteyn, you really should go also." She leaned back and shook her head decisively. "Then you will both come, you and Madame de Morteyn?" urged Lady Hesketh of the vicomte. The old man hesitated. His wife smiled.
Yes, he could read between the lines a man in love is less dense than when in his normal state and he was sorry for Molly Hesketh. He thought of Sir Thorald as Archibald Grahame had described him, standing amid a shower of bricks and bursting shells, staring at war through a monocle. "He's a beast," thought Jack, "but a plucky one. If he goes to Cologne he's worse than a beast."
I have also seen a skin of a grizzly bear killed at Alaska by Sir Thomas Hesketh; this was cured by Mr. Rowland Ward, who showed it to me at his establishment, 160 Piccadilly, and it was very little inferior to the skin of the polar bear. I quite believe the accounts I have received in California are correct, and that the grizzly may sometimes exceed 1400 lbs. in weight.
So we arranged for our land transport of ponies for ourselves, and a dandy for Hesketh, to meet us one march up the river at Nopura, while we ourselves set forward in our boats to Dubgam, three or four miles down the Jhelum, where the Pohru joins it.
Your Lordship's Most obedient and humble servant, ROBERT HESKETH, His Britannic Majesty's Consul. To the Right Hon. Lord Cochrane, Marquis of Maranhaõ, Admiral, &c. &c. The letter of the French Consul is even more precise, and therefore I subjoin that also: Vice Consulate of France at S. Louis de Maragnon, Monsieur le Marquis, Dec. 4, 1821.
And he took off his peaked cap, adding, as he saw the others, "Messieurs, mesdames," and nodded his curly, blond head and smiled. "Don't apologize read your telegrams!" said Lady Hesketh; "dear me! dear me! if they take you two away and leave Thorald, I shall I shall yawn!"
He was younger than Hesketh by a year, yet we may say that he had arrived, while Hesketh was still fidgeting at the starting-point. "Why don't you farm?" he asked once. "Farming in England may pay in a quarter of a century, not before. I can't wait for it. Besides, why should I farm? Why didn't you?" "Well," said Lorne, "in your case it seems about the only thing left.
But you're British, Molly, and you are domestic, although you hate the idea, and there will never be a desolated hearth in the Hesketh household as long as you speak your mother-tongue and read Anthony Trollope." The rest of the road was traversed in silence.
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