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The old retainer rallied round with napkins, and Sir Mallaby, who was just about to dismiss the affair with the polished ease of a good host, suddenly became aware of the activities of Bream.
Samuel to see you, Mr. Mallaby. Yes, sir, very good. Will you go right in, Mr. Samuel?" Sam proceeded to the inner office, and found his father dictating into the attentive ear of Miss Milliken, his elderly and respectable stenographer, replies to his morning mail. The grime which encrusted the lawyer's professional stamping ground did not extend to his person.
He stopped, becoming aware that his father was not listening. Sir Mallaby's attention had returned to the letter. "Oh, what's the good of answering the dashed thing at all?" said Sir Mallaby. "Brigney, Goole and Butterworth know perfectly well that they've got us in a cleft stick. Butterworth knows it better than Goole, and Brigney knows it better than Butterworth.
Sir Mallaby suspended conversation while he addressed an imaginary ball with the mashie which he had taken out of his golf-bag. For this was the day when he went down to Walton Heath for his weekly foursome with three old friends. His tubby form was clad in tweed of a violent nature, with knickerbockers and stockings. "Sam!" "Well?" "Sam, a man at the club showed me a new grip the other day.
Elsa Mallaby did not even wait for the departure of the Charming Lass on her second voyage before she acted on a determination that had come to her. She shut up Mallaby House entirely, and, with Caroline as her companion, started on a trip around the world, promising to be back in three years. But she did not go on the mystery schooner, nor did anybody ever see or hear of it again.
What was his surprise to see his mother in her one silk dress. "I'm going up to Mallaby House," he said in answer to her inquiring look. "But you! What's all this gaiety, mother?" "I am going to hear an account of how you behaved yourself on the voyage, Code," she said, attempting severity. "By an eye-witness?" Visions of Ellinwood, painfully arrayed, danced in his head. "Yes." "Um-m.
On the instant a feminine voice was heard outside, and a moment later Elsa Mallaby stepped into the little four-foot passage. "Oh, how many there are here!" she said in a surprised voice. "Perhaps, Code, I had better wait until later." "Hey, Roscoe!" sung out Code, hardly able to control his desire to grin. "Bring Mrs. Mallaby a chair."
Miss Milliken, tell Peters as you go out that I am occupied with a conference and can see nobody for half an hour." When Miss Milliken had withdrawn, Sir Mallaby occupied ten seconds of the period which he had set aside for communion with his son in staring silently at him. "I'm glad you're back, Sam," he said at length. "I want to have a talk with you. You know, it's time you were settling down.
He meant to change the conversation if he had to do it with a crowbar. "I hear you have taken a house in the country, Mr. Mortimer," he said. "Yes," said Mr. Mortimer. He turned to Sir Mallaby. "We have at last succeeded in persuading your sister, Mrs. Hignett, to let us rent her house for the summer." Sir Mallaby gasped. "Windles!
Probably you have been feeling a sort of burning. Knock off cigars and that will soon stop." "You don't understand me. I mean that a woman has treated me in a way that has finished her whole sex as far as I am concerned. For me, women do not exist." "You didn't tell me about this," said Sir Mallaby, interested. "When did this happen? Did she jilt you?" "Yes." "In America was it?" "On the boat."
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