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Now, dearest, just come and see the house at Harewood Square, eighty-five pounds and no premium." "Will you oblige me with your address, doctor?" said the agent. "Dr. Staines, Morley's Hotel." And so they left Mayfair. Rosa sighed and said, "Oh, the nice little place; and we have lost it for two hundred pounds." "Two hundred pounds is a great deal for us to throw away."
George Morley and Hartopp, followed at a little distance by Morley's travelling companion, Merle, passed on towards the other extremity of the town, and, after one or two inquiries for "Widow Halse, Prospect Row," they came to a few detached cottages, very prettily situated on a gentle hill, commanding in front the roofs of the city and the gleaming windows of the great cathedral, with somewhat large gardens in the rear.
It is in the same mood of the connoisseur on the track of a precious discovery that he recalls "the very first occasion of my sallying forth from Morley's Hotel in Trafalgar Square to dine at a house of sustaining, of inspiring hospitality in the Kensington quarter." What an epicure the man was!
Morley's arm. "Frank, you must take us into the refreshment-room," said Mrs. Morley to her husband; and then, turning to Graham, added, "Will you help to make way for us?" Graham bowed, and offered his arm to the fair speaker. "No," said she, taking her husband's. "Of course you know the Signorina, or, as we usually call her, Mademoiselle Cicogna. No? Allow me to present you. Mr.
I'll write and make full inquiries about this Zaluski before consenting to the engagement." And, being a prompt, business-like man, Gertrude Morley's uncle sat down and wrote the following letter to a Russian friend of his who lived at St. Petersburg, and who might very likely be able to give some account of Zaluski:
Bristow put up his hand, demanding attention. When Braceway ignored the gesture, he leaned back, smiling, derisive. "Morley's embezzlement and its consequences gave me a happy excuse for keeping on this fellow's trail while he was busy perfecting the machinery for Perry's destruction. The man's self-assurance, his conceit " "I've had enough of this!"
He was scowling now. Not that he cared a straw which way the elections went, but he liked to "mix himself up" in them to give himself local color; and now it seemed that he had taken the wrong shade. He had spent the better part of six weeks in badgering and bullying Sir Peter's pet candidate. "Morley's a miserable time-server," said he savagely.
Unless we do our very utmost to promote the general weal, at whatever sacrifice to ourselves, it charges us with sin of omission. Morley's, if other Utilitarians do not subscribe, it can only be because they are less resolutely logical. Mr. Mill, indeed, though dissenting in appearance on this point from Mr. Morley, agrees with him in substance.
She had something most particular to tell him. The word "particular" was underlined. Giles wondered if she intended to tell him some of Morley's rascalities. But then he remembered that, according to Dane, she knew nothing of the double life which her husband had led.
Yet on that last night at Morley's he had said what she now felt was a final farewell. That last look of his, from the doorway that had been the look of a man who would fill his eyes for the last time. She got up and stood by the window. What had they done to him? What would they do? She looked at her watch. It was four o'clock in the morning over there.
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