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He walked with an easy sideways-swaying of the shoulders, whisking his cane, and smiling to himself as he recalled the points of his interview with the President. "Just the thing, to make MacGentle tutelary divinity of so elusive a matter as money! Wonder whether the Directors ever thought of that?
In the course of his early wanderings he had fallen in with MacGentle, who, though somewhat older than Helwyse, was still a young man; and later these two had encountered Hiero Glyphic. About fifteen years after this it was that Thor appeared at Glyphic's house in New Jersey, and was welcomed by that singular man as a brother; and here he fell in love with Glyphic's sister Helen, and married her.
As to the burning, I now recollect that when the house in Brooklyn took fire, the child was in danger, but was rescued by her nurse, who herself received very severe injuries." Mr. Dyke heaved a long, deliberate sigh, and allowed his eyes to wander slowly round the room, before replying. "You are not a family man, Mr. MacGentle, sir! Don't blame you, sir! Your memory, perhaps But no matter!
Reverend Manetho Glyphic understood to be the Doctor's adopted son came here and effected the transfer, under authority, of course, of his foster-father's signature. Where the property is at this moment, how invested with what returns, neither the President nor I can inform you, sir." "Hm hm!" remarked Mr. MacGentle again. It was a favorite comment of his upon business topics.
But, first, let us inquire who Mr. MacGentle is, besides President of the Beacon Hill Bank. He is a man of refinement and cultivation, a scholar and a reader, has travelled, and, it is said, could handle a pen to better purpose than the signing bank-notes. Fortunately for the ideal barrister, an ample private estate made him independent of professional earnings.
"My name is Helwyse; I have come from Europe to see Mr. Amos MacGentle," said the visitor, courteously. "Helwyse! Hel " repeated Mr. Dyke, having seemingly quite forgotten himself. His customary manner to strangers implied that he knew, better than they did, who they were and what they wanted; and that what he knew was not much to their credit.
"He never had the advantage of woman's influence in his childhood, you know. His poor mother died in giving him and his sister birth; and the sister was lost, stolen away, two or three years later. He does not appreciate woman at her true value," murmured MacGentle. "Stolen away?
"I sometimes have been," rejoined Balder, with a half-smile. "And you are his son! You are most welcome!" said Mr. MacGentle, with old-fashioned courtesy. "Forgive me if I have if anything has occurred to annoy you. I am a very old man, Mr. Balder; so old that sometimes I believe I forget how old I am! And Thor is dead, drowned, you say?"
Since she was the twin-sister of one of Mr. Balder Helwyse's complexion, that is odd, Mr. MacGentle, odd, sir." And the solid family man fixed his sharp brown eyes full upon the unsubstantial bachelor. The latter's delicate nostrils expanded, and a pink flush rose to his faded cheeks. He was now as haughty and superb as a paladin. "I will discuss business subjects with my subordinates, Mr.
Dyke scraped back his chair and went in, with his polished bald head, and square face and figure, a block of common-sense. He was more common-sensible than usual, that afternoon, because he had so strangely forgotten himself in the morning. Mr. MacGentle was in his usual position for talking with his confidential clerk, standing up with his back to the fireplace, and his coat-tails over his arms.
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