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Did you wear peg-top trousers, and dundreary's?" Old Heythorp nodded. "What larks! And I suppose you had lots of adventures with opera dancers and gambling. The young men are all so good now." Her eyes rested on Bob Pillin. "That young man's a perfect stick of goodness." Old Heythorp grunted. "You wouldn't know how good he was," Phyllis went on musingly, "unless you'd sat next him in a tunnel.
If these other gentlemen accept your proposition I shall be forced to consider what I can do on my own account." The old man stared at him, and answered: "Oh! you will, sir; we shall see." The others had risen and were gathered in a knot at the end of the table; old Heythorp and Mr. Ventnor alone remained seated. The old man's lower lip projected till the white hairs below stood out like bristles.
Mr. Pillin, how do you do? Have you had tea? Won't you come to the drawing-room; or do you want to see my father?" "Tha-anks! I believe your father " And he thought: 'By Jove! the old chap is a caution! For old Heythorp was crossing the hall without having paid the faintest attention to his daughter. Murmuring again: "Tha-anks awfully; he wants to give me something," he followed.
Old Heythorp said with relish: "Her husband was my son by a woman I was fond of before I married; her children are my grandchildren. You've provided for them. Best thing you ever did." "I don't know I don't know. I'm sorry you told me. It makes it all the more doubtful. As soon as the transfer's complete, I shall get away abroad. This cold's killing me.
Joe Pillin, brooding over the fire, said: "This meeting d'you think they mean to have it? D'you think this man really knows? If my name gets into the newspapers " but encountering his old friend's deep little eyes, he stopped. "So you advise me to get off to-morrow, then?" Old Heythorp nodded. "Your lunch is served, sir." Joe Pillin started violently, and rose. "Well, good-bye, Sylvanus-good-bye!
"You'll get notice of it in a day or two; ask no questions." "Oh! Guardy! Oh! you dear!" And her gaze rested on Bob Pillin, leaning over the piano, where Phyllis again sat. Old Heythorp snorted. "What are you cultivating that young gaby for? She mustn't be grabbed up by any fool who comes along." Mrs. Larne murmured at once: "Of course, the dear gairl is much too young.
He's promised to take mother and me to the theatre and supper afterwards. Won't it be scrummy! Only, I haven't anything to go in." Old Heythorp said: "What do you want? Irish poplin?" Her mouth opened wide: "Oh! Guardy! Soft white satin!" "How many yards'll go round you?" "I should think about twelve. We could make it ourselves. You are a chook!"
Brownbee, with a little bow, clasped his hat to his breast and moved towards the door. The nine gentlemen followed. Mr. Ventnor, bringing up the rear, turned and looked back. But the old man's eyes were already closed again. The moment his creditors were gone, old Heythorp sounded the hand-bell. "Help me up, Mr. Farney. That Ventnor what's his holding?" "Quite small. Only ten shares, I think."
Through Bob Pillin, on whom he sometimes dwelt in connection with his younger daughter, he knew that old Pillin and old Heythorp had been friends for thirty years and more. That, to an astute mind, suggested something behind this sale. The thought had already occurred to him when he read his copy of the report.
The migration to Liverpool, which took place when he was sixty and she forty-two, broke what she still had of heart, but she lingered on twelve years, finding solace in bridge, and being haughty towards Liverpool. Old Heythorp saw her to her rest without regret.
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