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Many early writs will be found which show that trespass had not always the clear outline which it developed later. This appears from the relation of the modified rule to the ancient law; from the fact that Baron Parke, in the just cited case of Manders v. Williams, hints that he would have been prepared to apply the old rule to its full extent but for Gordon v.
Then he remembered that champagne had been ordered to "buck" him "up"; he remembered, too, Manders' solicitude for his health, the enquiries when the play had been written and how long he had taken to write it, the evasion and silence the night before on the telephone and again at the beginning of luncheon, when he tried to extract a frank opinion. . . . Manders, then, was rejecting the play . . . and trying to be considerate. . . .
Buck you up. Well, how are you? The last time I was here, some old buffer told me you'd been seedy, but that was right away back in the summer. What was the matter?" "I was only a bit run down," Eric answered. "What did you think of the play?" Manders gave his bill to a waiter and planted his elbows on the table, pressing his finger-tips together. "Well, I read it very carefully," he began.
If Manders turned up his nose, it would be time indeed for a holiday. For three months Eric buried himself in his flat, only emerging at the week-end. Lashmar Mill-House gave him proximity to Agnes Waring; and every week he made an excuse to walk over to Red Roofs and ask for tidings of Jack.
One did not even want the girl to be made a peg for Manders' wit. . . . The luncheon, Eric observed morosely, was cheaply successful, for Barbara talked with barely concealed desire to lay Grierson and Manders under her spell.
I'm getting rather tired of being told: 'Of course, with great respect, Lane, you're a new-comer to the theatre. . . . New-comer I may be, but it doesn't lie in Manders' mouth to say so, if he'll trouble to calculate how many thousands I've put in his pocket. . . . Isn't this the sort of time when one has a cocktail?" Grierson's eyes lighted up at the suggestion, and Eric rang for ice.
"And so," King was saying in a high head voice to Beetle, whom he had kept to play with before Manders minor, well knowing that it hurts a Fifth-form boy to be held up to a fag's derision, "and so, Master Beetle, in spite of all our verses, which we are so proud of, when we presume to come into direct conflict with even so humble a representative of authority as myself, for instance, we are turned out of our studies, are we not?"
That very night, as the half-drunken company broke up, he touched McMurdo on the arm and led him aside into that inner room where they had their first interview. "See here, my lad," said he, "I've got a job that's worthy of you at last. You'll have the doing of it in your own hands." "Proud I am to hear it," McMurdo answered. "You can take two men with you Manders and Reilly.
"Oh, I had three weeks' fishing in Scotland," the law lord answered. "Ever since I came back, I've been thinking that, if I had my life over again and could choose my own career, on my soul! I'd be a gillie. They're a great breed, and it's a great life." Manders looked reflectively at the powerful, lined face, tanned yellow over a normally unwholesome white. "I'd 'a gone into the Navy," he said.
"The second act's got to stand as I wrote it. We shan't do any good by talking. . . ." "Now don't you be in a hurry, boy," began Manders. "Turn back to the beginning. . . ." Eric looked at his watch. "Don't forget we've a rehearsal," he said. "I don't know what there is for lunch, but it will be tepid." "Then let's wait for it to get cold. Now, in the first act you said Damn!"
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