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"I hope," she began nervously, "that at such a time none of you will object to my using the word I want to use, and calling you 'friends'? . . . My friends, then It was at my husband's suggestion that I invited you to meet this afternoon because, you know, somebody must make a beginning." "Hear, hear," put in Dr Mant encouragingly. Mrs Steele's voice grew a little firmer.
"It's all very well to give it out officially that Freddie has fallen downstairs and sprained his ankle," said Colonel Horace Mant, discussing the affair with the Bishop of Godalming later in the afternoon; "but it's my firm belief that that fellow Baxter did precisely as I said he would ran amuck and inflicted dashed frightful injuries on young Freddie.
"Forgive me," Mrs Steele interposed, as Dr Mant looked at his watch. "I don't know much about rules of the chair; but I really think you are all out of order. We are not yet discussing the Association or its rules, but whether or not we shall form a Committee to look after these poor people until something better is done for them.
I saw Doctor Mant after the meetin' last night, an' this mornin' I was up early an' had a talk wi' the Minister wi' Mr Hambly. The upshot is, that time presses." "I do not usually discuss business on the Sabbath," said Mr Pamphlett stiffly. "O' course not. Who would?" Nicky-Nan agreed. "But the upshot is that you an' me havin' been not what you might call friends "
Between him and the small window, almost blocking the light on a platform constructed of three planks and a couple of chairs set face to face stood Nicky-Nan, with a trowel in one hand and a bricklayer's board in the other, surprised in the act of plastering his parlour ceiling. "Had an accident here?" asked Dr Mant, eyeing the job critically. "Old house tumbling about your ears?"
There was an atmosphere of awkwardness. "Er Frederick!" said Lord Emsworth. "Freddie, my boy!" Mr. Peters fiddled dumbly with the coverlet. Colonel Mant cleared his throat. The Efficient Baxter scowled. "Er Freddie, my dear boy, I fear we have a painful er task to perform." The words struck straight home at the Honorable Freddie's guilty conscience. Had they, too, tracked him down?
Since the new order came into force, he had fulfilled his obligations regularly enough until the year before last, by which time his leg really disabled him. Dr Mant fancying an excursion after the mackerel, at that time swarming close inshore, Nicky-Nan had rowed him out and back along the coast to St Martin's. The bargain struck for half-a-crown, the doctor sent his trap back by road.
Mant, he has shewn that the public duties required at the first foundation of the Professorship, owing to the improvement in the course of academical studies, are rendered no longer necessary. From one who had already voluntarily done so much, it would have been ungracious to exact the performance of public labours not indispensably requisite.
"We thought, too, that the Vicarage might be the most convenient place on the whole. It is a sharp walk up the hill for those of you who live in Polpier itself: but our stables being empty, the farmers, who come from farther and just now at greater sacrifice, escape a jolting drive down into the village and back." "Hear, hear," repeated Dr Mant. He was thinking of the tyres of his car.
"To tell 'ee the truth, then, there's a particular reason why I don't want to leave Polpier not just for the present." Dr Mant stared at him. "You are going to tell me that reason?" But Nicky-Nan shook his head. "I'd rather not say," he confessed lamely. Still Dr Mant stared. "Look here, Nanjivell. You've a beast of a lump on your leg, and I can certify at once that it unfits you for service.
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