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The boy withdrew on his stomach, and sat against the wall cross-legged, fixing his innocent round eyes on old Heythorp. Mrs. Larne sighed. "Things are worse and worse, Guardy. I'm at my wits' end to tide over this quarter. You wouldn't advance me a hundred on my new story? I'm sure to get two for it in the end." The old man shook his head. "I've done something for you and the children," he said.
Heythorp, and I'm sure you won't think it unreasonable, that er bankruptcy would be the most satisfactory solution. We have waited a long time, and we want to know definitely where we stand; for, to be quite frank, we don't see any prospect of improvement; indeed, we fear the opposite." "You think I'm going to join the majority."
Ventnor, where the table was already laid for dinner, old Heythorp stood and gazed. The curtains had been drawn back, the window thrown open to air the room, and he could see out there the shapes of the dark trees and a sky grape-coloured, in the mild, moist night. It smelt good. A sensuous feeling stirred in him, warm from his bath, clothed from head to foot in fresh garments.
And suddenly he had a vision of his three secretaries' faces especially young Farney's as they would look, when the pack got him by the throat and pulled him down. His co-directors, too! Old Heythorp! How are the mighty fallen! And that hound jubilant! His valet passed across the room to shut the window and draw the curtains. This chap too!
The old man's face was very flushed, but that might be the bath. He said feebly: "Are you sure you ought, sir?" "No, but I'm going to." "Would you mind if I spoke to Miss Heythorp, Sir?" "If you do, you can leave my service." "Well, Sir, I don't accept the responsibility." "Who asked you to?" "No, Sir...." "Well, get it, then; and don't be an ass." "Yes, Sir."
Brownbee added almost nervously: "Are we to understand that twelve hundred a year is your your last word?" Old Heythorp nodded. "Come again this day month, and I'll see what I can do for you;" and he shut his eyes. Round Mr. Brownbee six of the gentlemen gathered, speaking in low voices; Mr. Ventnor nursed a leg and glowered at old Heythorp, who sat with his eyes closed. Mr.
But he had waited for his money eight years, and could never imagine how it came about that he had been induced to wait so long. There had been, of course, for one who liked "big pots," a certain glamour about the personality of old Heythorp, still a bit of a swell in shipping circles, and a bit of an aristocrat in Liverpool.
"It's his father" Scriven had been going to say. What a plant! Exactly! Oh! neat! Old Pillin had made the settlement direct; and the solicitors were in the dark; that disposed of his difficulty about them. No money had passed between old Pillin and old Heythorp not a penny. Oh! neat! But not neat enough for Charles Ventnor, who had that nose for rats.
With his red face, tuft of white hairs above his square cleft block of shaven chin, and his big high-crowned bowler hat, which yet seemed too petty for his head with its thick hair he looked like some kind of an idol dug up and decked out in gear a size too small. One of those voices of young men from public schools and exchanges where things are bought and sold, said: "How de do, Mr. Heythorp?"
Old Heythorp said abruptly: "Are you very fond of your mother?" "Of course I am, Guardy. I adore her." "H'm! Listen to me. When you come of age or marry, you'll have a hundred and twenty a year of your own that you can't get rid of. Don't ever be persuaded into doing what you don't want.
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