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Glances were exchanged, while Neeld made half-hearted efforts to grapple with an egg. Then Bob Broadley broke out with a laugh, "Oh, hang it all, out with it, Mr Neeld!" "Well, I'm not told to be silent; and it must become known immediately. Madame Zabriska telegraphs to me that they are to be married early this morning, and will come to Blent by the 1.30 train.
There was no hint that other ideals of existence had ever possessed an alluring charm; the high life with Harry, the broad and cosmopolitan life with the Major where were they? "I've insisted on it, the one thing I've had my own way in." Bob was being transmogrified into a Man of Iron, if not of Blood. Vainly Mr Neeld consulted his memories. "And Mingham's so bound up with it all.
Frowning in a perplexed fashion, he pushed the manuscript aside and twiddled the blue pencil between his fingers. The customs-barrier of which Josiah Cholderton was about to speak had no power to interest him. The story which he had read interested him a good deal; it was an odd little bit of human history, a disastrous turn of human fortunes. Besides, Mr Neeld knew his London.
"Look here, Southend, if you're going to do exactly what all my friends and neighbors, beginning with Miss Swinkerton, are doing, I shall go and write letters." With a nod he walked into the next room, leaving Neeld alone with his inquisitive friend. Southend lost no time. "What's happened about Janie Iver? There was some talk " "It's all over," whispered Neeld with needless caution.
The Blent's on fire from Mingham to the sea." "I've seen Harry Tristram." "Ah, how is he?" asked Neeld. "Never saw a young man more composed in all my life. And he couldn't be better satisfied with himself if he'd turned out to be a duke." "We know Harry's airs," Iver said, smiling indulgently. "But there's stuff in him." A note of regret came into his voice.
And wildest paradox it all came out of editing Josiah Cholderton's Journal. Before he had made any progress in unravelling his skein of perplexities he saw Janie coming across the lawn. She took the chair her father had left and seemed to take her father's mood with it; the same oppressive silence settled on her. Neeld broke it this time.
She herself leaves by the 11 o'clock, will be there at five, and wishes me to join her." "By Jove, he's done it then!" exclaimed Iver. Everybody looked very solemn except Neeld, who was sadly confused. "Dear, dear!" murmured Mrs Iver. "She must be very much in love with him," remarked Janie. "It's his conduct more than hers which needs explanation," Iver observed dryly.
That turned out all right, but she ran it fine. Eh, Neeld?" Mr Neeld was sadly flustered by these recurring references to him. He had no desire to pose as an authority on the subject. Josiah Cholderton's diary put him in a difficulty. He wished to goodness he had been left to the peaceful delights of literary journalism.
"I've built so many houses for other people that I may be allowed one for myself, mayn't I? We're proud of our neighborhood," he pursued, politely addressing himself to Mr Neeld. "If you're ever that way, I hope you'll look me up. I shall be delighted to welcome a fellow-member of the Imperium."
Two irresponsible ladies say Addie and well, Madame Valfier may indeed make differences. "Yes, to Fairholme," continued old Neeld. "We we may see you there now?" Edge looked up with an interested glance. It had occurred to him that he was turning somebody out as well as putting somebody in. "You'll have, of course, to communicate what I have said to to ?
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