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Larne drove him from the room, and Phyllis went on: "He's more awful than anything you can think of. Was my dad at all like him, Guardy? Mother's always so mysterious about him. I suppose you knew him well." Old Heythorp, incapable of confusion, answered stolidly: "Not very." "Who was his father? I don't believe even mother knows." "Man about town in my day." "Oh! your day must have been jolly.
Larne might only have been old Pillin's mistress or be his natural daughter, or have some other blackmailing hold on him. Any such connection would account for his agitation, for his denying her, for his son's ignorance. Only it wouldn't account for young Pillin's saying that old Heythorp had made the settlement. He could only have got that from the woman herself.
And the shaky letters closed the page: "SYLVANUS HEYTHORP." "Post that as you go." "Anything else I can do for you, sir?" "Nothing, except to let me know if you hear from this fellow." When the secretary had gone the old man thought: 'So! The ruffian hasn't called the meeting yet. That'll bring him round here fast enough if it's his money he wants-blackmailing scoundrel! "Mr.
The knowledge, however, that he could always take them up again, seeing there was no third person here to testify that he had laid them down, decided him, and he said: "Well, Mr. Heythorp, the long and short of the matter is this: Our friend Mr. Pillin paid you a commission of ten per cent. on the sale of his ships. Oh! yes. He settled the money, not on you, but on your relative Mrs.
Larne threw up her hands. "Well! You'll repent it. I'm at my last gasp." She sighed profoundly, and the perfume of violets escaped in a cloud; Then, getting up, she went to the door and called: "Phyllis!" When the girl entered old Heythorp felt the nearest approach to a flutter of the heart for many years. She had put her hair up!
And I give you notice that at this meeting your conduct will be called in question. "I am, Sir, "Yours faithfully, Having read this missive, old Heythorp remained some minutes without stirring. Ventnor! That solicitor chap who had made himself unpleasant at the creditors' meetings!
"Always think of you keepin' the flag flying', sir." Old Heythorp bent his body from the waist. "Much obliged to you." "Not at all, sir. Cook's done a little spinach in cream with the soubees." "Ah! Tell her from me it's a capital dinner, so far." "Thank you, sir." Alone again, old Heythorp sat unmoving, his brain just narcotically touched.
"What d'you think of this?" He held out the little boy. The girl took the card and scrutinised it reverently; she said in a detached voice: "Indeed, an' ut's pretty, too." "Would you like it?" "Oh I if 'tis not taking ut from you." Old Heythorp shook his head, and pointed to the dressing-table. "Over there you'll find a sovereign. Little present for a good girl." She uttered a deep sigh.
Heythorp," he said, "if your bankers and solicitors bear out your statements, we shall accept your offer faute de mieux, in consideration of your " but meeting the old man's eyes, which said so very plainly: "Blow your consideration!" he ended with a stammer: "Perhaps you will kindly furnish us with the authorisation you spoke of?" Old Heythorp nodded, and Mr.
Miss Heythorp was not his style at all; he had a kind of dread of that thin woman who looked as if she could never be unbuttoned. They said she was a great churchgoer and all that sort of thing. In his sanctum old Heythorp had moved to his writing-table, and was evidently anxious to sit down. "Shall I give you a hand, sir?" Receiving a shake of the head, Bob Pillin stood by the fire and watched.
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