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Consequently the last sketch, representing that much-enduring man calling on the War Office to press his claims to the Egyptian medal, was hardly delicate. He settled himself comfortably on Torpenhow's table and turned over the pages. 'What a fortune you would have been to Blake, Nilghai! he said. 'There's a succulent pinkness about some of these sketches that's more than life-like.
You haven't the shadow of an excuse for not going, said the Nilghai. Torpenhow looked very uncomfortable. 'But it's absurd and impossible. I can't drag her back by the hair. 'Our business the business for which we draw our money is to do absurd and impossible things, generally with no reason whatever except to amuse the public. Here we have a reason. The rest doesn't matter.
'It would let you focus things at their proper worth and prevent your becoming slack in this hothouse of a town. Indeed it would, old man. I shouldn't have spoken if I hadn't thought so. Only, you make a joke of everything. 'Before God I do no such thing, said Dick, quickly and earnestly. 'You don't know me if you think that. I don't think it, said the Nilghai.
'Strikes me that another disreputable dog went for a walk, too, said the Nilghai. 'What made you get up so early? Torp said you might be buying a horse. 'He knows it would need three of us for a serious business like that. No, I felt lonesome and unhappy, so I went out to look at the sea, and watch the pretty ships go by. 'Where did you go? 'Somewhere on the Channel.
Torpenhow was disgusted as the weeks went by fruitless, and then attacked him one Sunday evening when Dick felt utterly exhausted after three hours' biting self-restraint in Maisie's presence. There was Language, and Torpenhow withdrew to consult the Nilghai, who had come it to talk continental politics. 'Bone-idle, is he? Careless, and touched in the temper? said the Nilghai.
If I did not find Rose Aylmer's tomb, I found, in St. John's pleasant God's Acre, the comely mausoleum of Job Charnock, and this delighted me, because for how long has been ringing in my ears that line "The tall pale widow is mine, Joe, the little brown girl's for you." which I met with so many years ago in "The Light That Failed," where the Nilghai sings it to his own music!
Very many creatures broke back or ran away or lost interest, but very many were left to go forward. At the end of another ten days or so the situation was this. The deer and the pig and the nilghai were milling round and round in a circle of eight or ten miles radius, while the Eaters of Flesh skirmished round its edge.
'Just imagine, Dick continued, 'if we could publish a few of these dear little things every time the Nilghai subsidises a man who can write, to give the public an honest opinion of my pictures. 'Well, you'll admit I always tell you when I have done anything of that kind. I know I can't hammer you as you ought to be hammered, so I give the job to another. Young Maclagan, for instance
We had both been working very hard, and it was your unearned increment we spent, and as you're only a loafer it didn't matter. 'That's pleasant from the man who is bursting with my meat, too. I'll get that dinner back one of these days. Suppose we go to a theatre now. 'Put our boots on, and dress, and wash? The Nilghai spoke very lazily. 'I withdraw the motion.
'Whereupon that young fool, Dick threw back his head and shut one eye as he shifted the page under his hand, 'being left alone with an ink-pot and what he conceived were his own notions, went and spilt them both over me in the papers. You might have engaged a grown man for the business, Nilghai. How do you think the bridal veil looks now, Torp?
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