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Ozzie raised his eyebrows a skilful gesture that at once defended his employer and agreed with Charles. "By the way, dad, I've got a house for you. I've told the mater about it and she's going to see it to-morrow morning." "A house!" Mr. Prohack exclaimed weakly, foreseeing new vistas of worry. "I've got one. I can't live in two." "But this one's a house. You know about it, don't you, Morfey?"
This is the crown of my career as a man of the world." He saw Mr. Asprey Chown give a careless brusque nod to Ozzie Morfey, and he laughed again. "It's rather comic, isn't it?" Mr. Softly Bishop acquiesced. "I wonder why Oswald Morfey has abandoned his famous stock for an ordinary necktie." "Probably because he's going to be my son-in-law," said Mr. Prohack. "Ah!" ejaculated Mr. Softly Bishop.
But that modest embodiment of shy and quiet commonsense! She, who once had scorned the world of The Daily Picture, was more and more disclosing a desire for that world. And where now were her doubts about the righteousness of Charlie's glittering deeds? And where was the ancient sagacity which surely should have prevented her from being deceived by the superficialities of an Oswald Morfey?
"Oh!" said she. "It's Ozzie." "Who's Ozzie?" Charlie demanded, without thought. "No doubt Oswald Morfey," said Mr. Prohack, scoring over his son. "He wants to see me. May I ask him to come up for coffee?" "Oh! Do!" said Sissie, also without thought. She then blushed. Mr. Prohack thought suspiciously and apprehensively: "I bet anything he's found out that my daughter is here."
"I suppose you don't happen to know whether Mr. Morfey has gone out?" The old lady scanned him before replying. "He can't be gone out," she answered. "He's just been sweeping his floor enough to wake the dead." "Sweeping his floor!" exclaimed Mr. Prohack, shocked, thunderstruck. "I understood these were service flats."
I knew from your face. Your face, my innocent, can't be read like a book. It can be read like a newspaper placard, and for days past I've seen on it, 'Extra special. Exciting purchase of a motor-car by a cunning wife." Then he laughed. "No, chit. That fellow Oswald Morfey, let it out last night."
It was certainly conceivable that he had a secret from Eve. Not only was he hiding from her his knowledge of the startling development in the relations between Sissie and Morfey, he had not even told her that he had seen the house in Manchester Square. He was leading a double life, consequence of riches! Was she?
He could see an old gilt mirror over a fire-place; and in the mirror the images of the upper portions of a young man and a young woman. The young woman was beyond question Sissie Prohack. The young man, he decided after a moment of hesitation for he could distinguish only a male overcoated back in the glass was Oswald Morfey. The images were very close together. They did not move. Then Mr.
You must excuse me. My memory for names is not what it was. And I hate to dissemble, don't you?" The announcement was a grave shock to Mr. Oswald Morfey, who imagined that half the taxi-drivers in London knew him by sight.
Still, such unions had occurred! but he was pleasantly touched, too. Then Oswald Morfey and Sissie made another couple, very different, more animated, and equally touching. Ozzie seemed to grow more likeable, and less despicable, under the honest and frankly ardent gaze of Miss Prohack; and Mr.
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