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He was certainly senile, yet, because of his laurels, entitled to all the honours of war. "Look here, Mr. Dunwoodie. You are not by any chance serious, are you?" "Oh, I'm looking. While I was about it, I looked into the case. Per verba de præsenti, my client consented to be young Paliser's wife. Now she is his widow." Jeroloman weighed it. The weighing took but an instant.
Then for your further enlightenment let me inform you that my client will settle it for what she is legally entitled to, not one ponderable dollar more, not one ponderable copper less." Mentally, from before that look, Jeroloman was retreating. Mentally as well, already he had reversed himself. He had judged Dunwoodie old, back-number, living in the past.
Dunwoodie!" Cassy exclaimed. "You must allow me to be your banker," he told her, and turned again to the clerk. "Get Mr. Jeroloman. Say, with my compliments, I shall be obliged if he will look in here. And, Purdy, see to it that that cheque is attended to. Mrs. Paliser will give you her address." "But, Mr. Dunwoodie!" Cassy exclaimed again, as the sallow youth went out.
If you are, well and good. As it is, unless you marry, I'll leave the property to Sally's brat and have him change his name. By Gad, sir, if I don't have some assurance from you and have it now, I'll send for Jeroloman. I will make a new will and I'll make it to-night. If you came here to dine, you can stop on and listen to it." The bomb was full of fumes. In the still air they floated.
Instead of which the fossil was what he always had been just one too many. Though not perhaps for him. Not for Randolph F. Jeroloman. Not yet, at any rate. The points advanced were new, undigested, perhaps inexact, filled with discoverable flaws. Though, even so, how M. P. would view them was another kettle of fish. But that was as might be. He put on his hat and stood up. "Very good.
Now, on this day, dressed in tweeds, he greeted Jeroloman with his usual cordiality. "I hope to God you are not going to bother me about anything?" The wicked old man, who had faced wicked facts before, faced a few of them then. The stench of the main fact had been passing from him, deodorised by the fumigating belief that his son had been killed by a lunatic.
Columns and columns, endlessly, day in, day out; the Paliser Case dragged from one court to another, the stench of it exceeded only by that of the Huns! But, by comparison, blackmail, however bitter, was sweet. When one may choose between honey and gall, decision is swift. "What'll she take?" Jeroloman, who had left his hat on the malachite bench in the hall, smoothed his gloves.
One pitied his wife. "This way, sir." In the inner and airy office, Dunwoodie nodded, motioned at a chair. "Ha! Very good of you to trouble." Jeroloman, seating himself, again removed his hat. Before he could dispose of it, Dunwoodie was at him. "Young Paliser's estate. In round figures what does it amount to?"
I had no idea that my account of it could lead to such interesting views. You do surprise me." "Mr. Dunwoodie, you said the ceremony was performed by a gardener who pretended to be a clergyman. Those were your very words." "Yaas. Let the cat out of the bag, didn't I?" Archly but chillily Jeroloman smiled.
But her face was pale as running water when, the beetle at last abandoned, she thanked Jones for seeing her all the way. All the way to where? God, if she only knew! Later that day, Jeroloman, the attorney for the other side, who at the time had no idea that there was another side, or any side at all, entered the rotunda and asked for Dunwoodie.
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