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"You're going to do nothing of the sort," said Jimmy, "for they're our drums, so they are." "I don't know anything about that," said Mr. Hinde, "all I know is that they're the instruments which O'Farrelly's band were playing when they marched out of the town. They left them on the side of the road, where my men found them." "What right had you to be touching them at all," said Jimmy.
This one was a novelist and that one had written a play ... and in the excitement of seeing and listening to men who had actually done things that he wished to do, John forgot some of his humiliation. "I saw you talking to Palfrey," Hinde said to him. "The poet chap?" John replied. Hinde nodded his head. "What did you think of him?" he continued. "He showed me one of his poems.
"I wouldn't give much for the man who couldn't write a criticism of a concert without going to it," Hinde contemptuously replied. "Say that Tetrazzini's wonderful voice enthralled the audience and that there were scenes of unparalleled enthusiasm as the diva graciously responded to the clamorous demands for encores.
It's much better to marry and breed healthy babies than to live in an attic making songs about the stars. The stars don't care, but the babies may!" "You're a cheerful fellow, Hinde," said John, rallying a little. "Don't pay any heed to me. I was always a dismal devil at the best of times. You see, Mac, I've got ink in my veins. I'm not a man ... I'm part of a printing press.
"My dear!" she said proudly over the telephone. "Didn't I tell you I could do it," he exclaimed. "Didn't I?" "Yes, darling, you did!" "Wait till Hinde conies back! This'll be one in the eye for him. He thought the play was a very ordinary one, but this proves that it isn't, doesn't it, Eleanor?" "Yes, dear!" "It's a well-known theatre, the Cottenham Repertory. One of the best-known in the world.
The only suggestion the footballers had to make was that the police had taken them when suppressing the Manchester Martyrs. This seemed probable, and the members of the Wolfe Tone Republican Club asked their president, Mr. Cornelius O'Farrelly, to call on Mr. Hinde and inquire into the matter. Mr.
He enclosed postal orders for two pounds, the fee for one week's performance. John put the letter into his pocket and, nodding to Chilvers, now busily writing up the King and Lord Kitchener, he left the room and went to Hinde's office. "I'm. sorry, Mac," Hinde said to him, "I'm sorry I let out at you just now, but you gave me a fright. I'd have been fired if I'd let your thing go to press!"
Omitting circumstance, how vnwillingly the Captaine and Master of the Hinde condescended to this motion, his owne company can testifie: yet comforted with the Generals promises of a speedie returne at Spring, and induced by other apparent reasons, prouing an impossibilitie, to accomplish the action at that time, it was concluded on all hands to retire.
"I went all right, but I forgot to take my notice to the office!" Hinde sat up and stared at him. "You forgot!..." He could not say any more. John told him of the encounter with Eleanor. "You mean to say you let your paper down for the sake of a girl," Hinde exclaimed incredulously. "I'll go back now," John said, turning to leave the room. "Go back now! What's the good of that?
"Good-night, Mac!" The Creams returned to Miss Squibb's on the following evening, and Cream came to see Hinde and John soon after they arrived. Dolly, he said, was too tired after her journey to do more than send a friendly greeting to them. "I wanted to have a talk to you about that sketch," he said to John. "It's very good, of course, quite classy, in fact, but it wants tightening up. Snap!
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