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All the same, fifty pounds was fifty pounds, and goodness knew how much more; and what did he know of Mrs. Larne, after all, except that she was a relative of old Heythorp's and wrote stories told them too, if he was not mistaken? Perhaps it would be better to see Scrivens'. But again that absurd nobility assaulted him. Phyllis! Phyllis!
The hollows, which nerve exhaustion delves in the cheeks of men whose cheekbones are not high, increased alarmingly. For a moment he looked deathly; then, moistening his lips, he said: "Larne Larne? No, I don't seem " Mr. Ventnor, who had taken care to be drawing on his gloves, murmured: "Oh! I thought your son knows her; a relation of old Heythorp's," and he looked up.
This plumping out of what was at the back of their minds produced in Mr. Brownbee and his colleagues a sort of chemical disturbance. They coughed, moved their feet, and turned away their eyes, till the one who had not risen, a solicitor named Ventnor, said bluffly: "Well, put it that way if you like." Old Heythorp's little deep eyes twinkled.
Larne went on: "You couldn't, I suppose, let me have just one hundred?" "Not a bob." She sighed again, her eyes slid round the room; then in her warm voice she murmured: "Guardy, you were my dear Philip's father, weren't you? I've never said anything; but of course you were. He was so like you, and so is Jock." Nothing moved in old Heythorp's face.
The man paused, thunderstruck, with the souffle balanced. To leave dinner unfinished it was a portent! "Help me up!" "Mr. Heythorp's not very well, Meller; take his other arm." The old man shook off her hand. "I'm very well. Help me up. Dine in my own room in future."
You'll very soon find out where you are. And a good thing, too, for a more unscrupulous unscrupulous " he paused for breath. Occupied with his own emotion, he had not observed the change in old Heythorp's face. The imperial on that lower lip was bristling, the crimson of those cheeks had spread to the roots of his white hair.
Larne, but not in that connection. Why?" "Oh! Young Pillin told me " "Young Pillin? Why, it's his !" A little pause, and then: "Old Mr. Heythorp's solicitors are Crow & Donkin, I believe." Mr. Ventnor held out his hand. "Yes, yes," he said; "goodbye. Glad to have got that matter settled up," and out he went, and down the street, important, smiling. By George! He had got it!
A voice called from old Heythorp's den: "Phyllis!" It had a particular ring, that voice, as if coming from beautifully formed red lips, of which the lower one must curve the least bit over; it had, too, a caressing vitality, and a kind of warm falsity. The girl threw a laughing look back over her shoulder, and vanished through the door into the room.
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