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I mean the one with the three naked women?" Mr Musselboro glanced round with one eye, and felt sure that Mrs Dobbs Broughton had heard the question. But the old woman was determined to have an answer. "How much did he give for it, Musselboro?"
"But before you go, Mrs Broughton," said Mrs Van Siever, "it may be as well that I should tell you that my daughter is going to become the wife of Mr Musselboro. It may simplify matters that you should know this." And Mrs Van Siever, as she spoke, looked hard at Conway Dalrymple. "Mamma!" exclaimed Clara. "My dear," said Mrs Van Siever, "you had better change your dress and come away with me."
"I'm so bad with it," said Musselboro, "that I really don't know how I shall ever go up that court again." Conway Dalrymple made his way up the stairs with very slow steps, and as he did so he could not but think seriously of the nature of his friendship with this woman, and could not but condemn himself heartily for the folly and iniquity of his own conduct.
I'll have no mercy. I've stuck to you, and made a man of you, and I expect you to stick to me." "Not much of a man," said Musselboro, with a touch of scorn in his voice. "You've never had a shilling yet but what I gave you." "Yes; I have. I've had what I've worked for, and worked confounded hard too."
There was no doubt that Broughton had destroyed himself in the manner told by Musselboro, but the opinion in the City was that he had done so rather through the effects of drink than because of his losses. As to the widow, Dalrymple thought that Mrs Van Siever, or nominally, perhaps, Musselboro, might be induced to settle an annuity on her, if she would give up everything quietly.
Clara would give him no assistance, not even the aid of a negative, but stood there quite passive, with her hand on the door. "Since I first had the pleasure of seeing you I have always said to myself, 'Augustus Musselboro, that is the woman for you, if you can only win her. But there was so much against me, wasn't there?"
In spite of what Musselboro had just said to him, he could not believe it possible that he should succeed, were he to do so without some introduction. So he left Hook Court and went out into the lane, hearing as he went the loud voice of the man with the turned-up hat and the chain. But what was he to do?
"A Mr John Eames, Mrs Van Siever," said Mrs Broughton, whispering across the front of Mr Musselboro. "He is private secretary to Lord Lord Lord I forget who. Some one of the Ministers, I know. And he had a great fortune left him the other day by Lord Lord Lord somebody else." "All among the lords, I see," said Mrs Van Siever.
As the house to which this wall belonged was four stories high, it would sometimes happen that Mr Musselboro's cupboard was rather dark. But this mattered the less as in these days Mr Musselboro seldom used it. Mr Musselboro, who was very constant at his place of business, much more constant than his friend, Dobbs Broughton, was generally to be found in his friend's room.
"What will Dobbs say?" she exclaimed more than once. And it was decided at last that Dobbs should know nothing about it as long as it could be kept from him. "Of course he shall be told at last," said his wife. "I wouldn't keep anything from the dear fellow for all the world. But if he knew it at first it would be sure to get through Musselboro to your mother."
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