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They were pathetic now. That big, hulking Major wasn't happy unless he was writing Jimmy's letters, or cutting up Jimmy's meat for him, or helping him in and out of his clothes. Mrs. Thesiger wasn't happy unless she was doing things for him. And then after they had made a hero of him for six weeks on that Saturday night when we were all together in the Canon's library, Jevons made his confession.
Had they anticipated just such a sudden, disconcerting encounter? Had they thought it all out and arranged with each other beforehand how they should behave? I don't know. I never cared to ask her. The game lasted some little time. I say, Vee-Vee, you might have told me." He fastened upon Jevons then and there. He started him off on the boxing match.
She didn't even refer to it when my friend the editor of the Morning Standard rang me up the next day to ask me if I'd go out to Belgium as their Special Correspondent. He was charmingly frank about it. Jevons, he said, had let him down pretty badly; he'd understood from Jevons that he was prepared to go for them at twelve hours' notice.
Otherwise you would have said that if ever there was a spontaneous and unexpected performance, it was my proposal to Norah Thesiger. But no; it seemed that it had been arranged for me by Jevons, planned with his customary deliberation and calculation long ago. This may have been the reason why Norah said she wouldn't tell Viola and Jimmy about it herself; she'd rather I did.
He flushed furiously and denied it. "Of course I made her come. It wasn't likely she'd propose a thing like that." His chivalry was up in arms to defend her. But I could see also that his vanity wasn't going to relinquish the manly role of having made her come to him. Well, I suppose in a sense he had made her. We didn't stay in Brussels more than a day or two. Jevons didn't like it.
Swinton, too much moved to utter thanks, folded the check, and slipped it into the purse in her muff. "Mr. Jevons, what am I to do about the other money?" "I've just been thinking of that. I mentioned it to my partner. If you wish us to act for you, I will bring pressure upon your father to have it restored at once. There is not the smallest flaw in the will. We must bring pressure."
If you wish us to advance anything more seven thousand dollars is a very small sum we shall be most happy." "I cannot believe it all yet, Mr. Jevons. I am so accustomed to penury and debt that it sounds like a fairy story. There is one other matter I wish to speak to you about. My son my son is in trouble.
I did not realize then what sources he was drawing on. Looking back on it all, I am amazed at my own stupidity. I was, of course, aware that Viola was sorry for him; but I might have known that a girl's pity was not a stimulant that would keep a man like Jevons going for very long. I am sure he would never have lowered himself by any appeal to it.
In fact, in the study of Tasker Jevons the Canon was weeks behind the rest of his acquaintance. There was hardly a family in Canterbury of any education in which Tasker Jevons was not by this time a household word. The garrison club library had bought him in quantities. And the book-sellers in the High Street displayed him in their windows by the half-dozen.
It takes a very good kick to convert a try from the touch-line. Jevons' kick was a long one, but it fell short. Ripton led by a try to nothing. A few more scrums near the halfway line, and a fine attempt at a dropped goal by the Ripton back, and it was half-time, with the score unaltered. During the interval there were lemons. An excellent thing is your lemon at half-time.
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