United States or Syria ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
He was so nearly recumbent in it, indeed, that there was nothing to be seen of him but an elbow, and two very trim legs extended to the brass fender. Thorpe's gaze reverted automatically to the face of General Kervick's daughter. He wondered if she knew about the Company, and about him, and about his ability to solidify to any extent her father's financial position.
Major-General Kervick's prominent blue eyes had bulged forth in rage till their appearance had disconcerted the other's gaze. They remained still too much in the foreground, as it were, and the angry scarlets and violets of the cheeks beneath them carried an unabated threat of apoplexy but their owner, after a moment's silence, made a sign with his stiff white brows that the crisis was over.
Why had Plowden, by the way, been so keen about relieving her from her father's importunities? He must have had it very much at heart, to have invented the roundabout plan of getting the old gentleman a directorship. But no there was nothing in that. Why, Plowden had even forgotten that it was he who suggested Kervick's name.
Plowden had remembered Kervick's name, when the chance arose to give the old boy a leg up, and then had clean forgotten the circumstance. The episode rather increased his liking for Plowden. He glanced briefly, under the impulse of his thought, to where the peer sat, or rather sprawled, in a big low chair before the fire.
Of what she had told him, not a syllable stuck in his mind, but the music of the voice lingered in his ears. "And she is old Kervick's daughter!" he said to himself more than once.
Word Of The Day