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'Jephson, of Lincoln, whom I used to know, is doing a book on the Knights of St. John in their Relations to the Empire, said Merton. 'Is he? said Miss Willoughby, after a scarcely distinguishable but embarrassed pause, and she turned from Merton to exhibit an interest in the very original scheme of mural decoration behind her.
'Anything wrong, Jephson? said Mr Robertson. 'Wrong? I should just think there was. Did you happen to be looking at the match yesterday, Robertson? Mr Robertson nodded. 'I always watch School matches. Good match. Norris missed a bad catch in the slips. He was asleep. Mr Jephson conceded the point. It was trivial. 'Yes, he said, 'he should certainly have held it. But that's a mere detail.
As soon as I finished, Jephson, who had been listening very thoughtfully, asked me if I believed in spiritualism "to its fullest extent." "That is rather a large question," I answered. "What do you mean by 'spiritualism to its fullest extent'?"
The thin arms were growing round and firm; the sallow complexion warming into olive; the once patchy, mouse-coloured hair darkening into a rich harmony of brown. The eyes beneath her level brows, that had always been her charm, still reminded Abner of her mother; but there was more light in them, more danger. "I'll run down to Albany and talk to Jephson about him," decided Abner.
Jephson, who, if he was called a quack, was a sensible one, and successful in subduing for several years to come the more serious phases of the disease.
Jephson, the artist, had assured her that this period would make a perfect background for her fresh and rather voluptuous coloring; it had not become so banal as any of the French Louis'. And so Arabella had been instructed to drum into her head the names of the geniuses of that time, and their works, and she could now babble sweetly all about Giorgione, Paolo Veronese and Titian's later works without making a single mistake.
"Bad," responded MacShaughnassy emphatically. "What do you say, Jephson?" "Well," replied Jephson, taking the pipe from between his lips, and speaking in that soothingly melancholy tone of voice that he never varies, whether telling a joke about a wedding or an anecdote relating to a funeral, "not altogether bad. Bad, with good instincts, the good instincts well under control."
I'm not bound to go and sob out my secrets on Jephson's waistcoat. Baker gave up the struggle with a sniff. Norris went to Mr Jephson and got leave to spend the week-end at his uncle's. The interview went without a hitch, as Norris had prophesied. 'You will miss the House match, Norris, then? said Mr Jephson. 'I'm afraid so, sir. But Mr Leicester's are very weak. 'H'm.
You," he said, turning to me, "can put the case to your wife, and get the young lady's ideal. Let Brown write to his sister at Newnham, and find out whom the intellectual maiden favours, while Jephson can learn from Miss Medbury what is most attractive to the common-sensed girl." This plan we had adopted, and the result was now under consideration.
A pretty quiet place, two miles of water, local history perhaps interesting. It is not very far from Tutbury, where Queen Mary was kept, I think. 'It sounds well, said Jephson; 'I'll write to the landlord and ask about terms. 'You could not do better, said Merton, and he took his leave. 'Now, am I, thought Merton as he walked down the Broad, 'to put Jephson up to it?
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