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Perhaps she may, perhaps she may." Balder looked perplexed, till, thinking the old gentleman might be referring to a reunion in a future state, he said, "You believe that people recognize one another in the next world, Mr. MacGentle?" "Perhaps, perhaps; but why not here as well?" murmured the other, in reply; and Balder, suspecting a return of absent-mindedness, yielded the point.
So Balder Helwyse and the cook feasted gloriously that afternoon, in the back pantry, and they solemnly installed the partridges among the constellations! That same afternoon Mr. MacGentle put his head into the outer office and said, "Mr. Dyke, could I speak with you a moment?" Mr.
Dyke, the breakwater against which the waves of would-be intruders into the inner seclusion often broke themselves in vain; and unless you had a genuine pass, your expedition ended there. Our pass for we, too, are to call on Mr. MacGentle would carry us through solider obstructions than Mr. Dyke; it is the pass of imagination. He does not even raise his head as we brush by him.
But you did not come to draw or deposit, your business was with the President. "Mr. MacGentle in?" "That way, sir." You opened a door with "Private" painted in black letters upon its ground-glass panel. Another bald-headed gentleman, with a grim determination about the mouth, rose up from his table and barred your way. This was Mr.
MacGentle does not reply in words; but a grave smile glimmers in his faded eyes, and, smiling, he slowly shakes his venerable head. One more brief glimpse, and then we are done. A pleasant parlor of southern aspect, looking through a deep bay-window over a spacious garden.
MacGentle unclosed his eyes, looked up, and answered rather pettishly, "What nonsense are you talking about his dying in Europe, Mr. Dyke? He hasn't been in Europe for six years. I was expecting him. Let him come in at once." But he was already there; and Mr. Dyke slipped out again with consternation written upon his features. Mr.
The speaker's eyes had kindled; for a moment one saw the far flat desert, the struggling knot of men and horses, the stampede of the three across the plain, and the high sun flaming inextinguishable laughter-over all! and it had happened nigh forty years ago. "He never forgot that service," resumed Mr. MacGentle, his customary plaintive manner returning.
Dyke," rejoined MacGentle, dignifiedly, lifting his chin high above his stock, "I have myself seen the little girl, then in her third year, pulling her brother's hair on the nursery floor. She was dark-eyed, a very lovely child.
"It must have been a disappointment to the Doctor that his protégé took up the Christian religion, instead of following the faith and observances of his Egyptian ancestors, for the last five thousand years!" "Why, perhaps it was, Thor, perhaps it was," murmured Mr. MacGentle.
MacGentle found himself with his thin old hand in the young man's warm grasp. "Helwyse, how do you do? how do you do? Ah! you look as well as ever. I was just thinking about you. Sit down, sit down!" The old President's voice had a strain of melancholy in it, partly the result of chronic asthma, and partly, no doubt, of a melancholic temperament.
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