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My only communication was with an occasional familiar name in the reports of the Shipping List. Then Macandrew came home again. But it was difficult to meet him. Mrs. Macandrew told me he was working by his ship in drydock. They had had trouble with the engines that voyage, and she herself had seen little of him, except to find him, when she came down of a morning, asleep in the drawing-room.
He held himself a person of broad indulgences, and would point openly to his consumption of tea cakes. But this afternoon a miasm hung over him. Hilda saw it and bent herself, with her graphic recital, to dispel it, perceived it thicken and settle down upon him, and went bravely on to the end. Mr. Macandrew and Mr. Molyneux Sinclair lived and spoke before him.
"Moderate enough. I've got some frien's stayin' in the same place with me from Behar indigo people. I was thinkin' I'd give them a treat, if three places c'd be spared next to the Chronicle seats." "We do Lady Whippleton to-night and the booking's been heavy. Five is too many, Mr. Macandrew, even if you promised not to write the notice yourself."
"Do I understand you'll do that, and guarantee regular notices, if we leave the advertisement with you?" Mr. Macandrew looked at her expressively, and tore, with a gesture of moderated recklessness, the notice of withdrawal in two. "Rest easy," he said, "I'll see about it. I'd go the len'th of attendin' myself to-night, if ye could spare two three extra places." "Moderate Macandrew!"
She struggled for self-control, and I saw her hands clench and unclench spasmodically. It was dreadfully painful. "Of course I'll go over to Paris if you think I can do any good, but you must tell me exactly what you want me to do." "I want him to come back." "I understood from Colonel MacAndrew that you'd made up your mind to divorce him."
"I might pay for one;" Macandrew drew red cartwheels on his blotting-pad. "Those seats are sure to be gone. I'll send you a box. Stanhope's as bad as he can be with dysentery you might make a local out of that. Be sure to mention he can't see anybody it's absurd the way Calcutta people want to be paid." "A box'll be Grand," said Mr. Macandrew. "I'll see ye get plenty of ancores.
I followed her into the drawing-room. The blinds were partly drawn to darken the room, and Mrs. Strickland was sitting with her back to the light. Her brother-in-law, Colonel MacAndrew, stood in front of the fireplace, warming his back at an unlit fire. To myself my entrance seemed excessively awkward. I imagined that my arrival had taken them by surprise, and Mrs.
The soul lives unstably in the body, and is capable of mysterious transformations. In the old days they would say Charles Strickland had a devil." Mrs. MacAndrew smoothed down the lap of her gown, and gold bangles fell over her wrists. "All that seems to me very far-fetched," she said acidly. "I don't deny that perhaps Amy took her husband a little too much for granted.
"I don't think she'll ever get there, but it will be interesting to see where she stops, and why." Macandrew heaved round on his junior. "There's drivel. It sounds well from an engineer and a mathematician, doesn't it?" He turned away again. "Supposing," he said, over his shoulder, "supposing you pull this ship through all right, then where will you be? Any better off?" "I think so," said Hanson.
The tavern is near one of the wicket gates of the irregular intrusion into the city of a maze of dock basins, a gate giving those who know the district a short cut home from the ships and quays; the tavern was sited not altogether without design. And there came Macandrew through that gate, just as I had decided I must try again soon. His second, Hanson, was with him.
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