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Then Mr Musselboro put Mrs Van Siever into another cab, and went out upon 'Change, hanging about the Bank, and standing in Threadneedle Street, talking to other men just like himself. When he saw Dobbs Broughton he told that gentleman that Mrs Van Siever had been in her tantrums, but that he had managed to pacify her before she left Hook Court.
And now you may perhaps acknowledge that Conway Dalrymple's prospects are not very brilliant. I hope he likes being cut out by Mr Musselboro! Of course he will have to marry Maria. I do not see how he can escape. Indeed, she is too good for him; only after such a marriage as that, there would be an end to all his prospects as an artist. The best thing for them would be to go to New Zealand."
There was something in the man's look and manner that was utterly repulsive to Crosbie. He was more vulgar to the eye even than Musselboro, and his voice, which Crosbie could hear as he stood in the other doorway, was almost as detestable as that of Dobbs Broughton in his drunkenness.
Has she sat for it?" "Oh dear, no; not yet. I mean to get her to do so. There's a strength about her, which would make her sit the part admirably. And I fancy she would like to be driving a nail into a fellow's head. I think I shall take Musselboro for a Sisera." "You're not in earnest?" "He would just do for it. But of course I shan't ask him to sit, as my Jael would not like it.
Then he went, and as he descended the stairs he could not refrain from telling himself that he did in truth despise her. His first object was to find Musselboro, and to dismiss that gentleman from the house.
He always is when they have anything of a swell dinner-party. He is a sort of partner of Broughton's in the City. He wears a lot of chains, and has elaborate whiskers, and an elaborate waistcoat, which is worse; and he doesn't wash his hands as often as he ought to do." "An objectionable party, rather, I should say," said Eames. "Well, yes; Musselboro is objectionable.
It might have been seen, I said, with half an eye, that Mr Broughton did not like the state of the money-market; and it might also be seen with the other half that he had been endeavouring to mitigate the bitterness of his dislike by alcoholic aid. Musselboro at once perceived that his patron and partner was half drunk, and Crosbie was aware that he had been drinking.
He knew too well what the suggestions of his Madalina were worth, and the motives from which they sprung. But he thought it might be true that Mrs Van Siever had absorbed all there was of property, and possibly, also, that Musselboro was to marry her daughter. At any rate, he would go to Dalrymple's rooms, and if he could find him, would learn the truth.
"What do I care? If you think I'm going to be afraid of Mother Van, you're mistaken. Let come what may, I'm not going to live under her thumb." So he lighted his cigar. "All right," said Musselboro, and he took up his pen and went to work at his book. "What is she coming here for this morning?" asked Broughton. "To look after her money. What should she come for?" "She gets her interest.
"Why doesn't What's-his-name have real silver forks?" she said to him. Now Mrs What's-his-name, Mrs Dobbs Broughton we will call her, was sitting on the other side of Mr Musselboro, between him and Mr Crosbie; and, so placed, Mr Musselboro found it rather hard to answer the question, more especially as he was probably aware that other questions would follow. "What's the use?" said Mr Musselboro.
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