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It was some time since their eyes had met frankly, for Edwin had recently been having experience of Mr Orgreave's methods in financial controversy, and it had not been agreeable. After an instant Edwin said heartily "Yes, I think I'll come. Of course I should like to. But I'll let you know." "Tonight?" "Yes, to-night." "I shall tell my wife you're coming."
"You don't know what I mean," she said. "I never can make people see what I mean about anything." He smiled indulgently and dropped the point. "Miss Wheeler taken you to Mrs. Orgreave's yet?" "Yes; we were there on Saturday afternoon." "Well, what do you think of Mrs. Orgreave?" "Oh! She's very nice," Laurencine answered, with polite tepidity; and added eagerly: "Mr. Orgreave's a dear."
One of her brothers then said that that was just what was the matter with Edwin too! Mr Orgreave protested that he wasn't so sure of that, and that occasionally Edwin would say things that were really rather good. This stimulated Mrs Orgreave's curiosity, and she suggested that her husband should invite the young man to their house.
"It's for shelves," he said. "Shelves?" "For my books. It's Mr Orgreave's idea. He says it'll cost less." "Cost less! Mr Orgreave's got too many ideas that's what's the matter with him. He'll idea me into the bankruptcy court if he keeps on."
Hilda's appointment might have been of the most serious business interest, for anything Mrs. Orgreave's demeanor indicated to the contrary. Hilda stood mute and constrained. "You run down and tell them to make tea at once, dear. I can't let you go without anything at all. I wonder what can have kept Osmond." Almost at the same moment, Osmond Orgreave entered the bedroom.
Mrs Orgreave's got her asthma, and so he's working upstairs." "Well, tell them I've called." Edwin turned to depart. "I'm sure Mr Orgreave would like to know you're here, sir," said the maid firmly. "If you'll just step into the breakfast-room." That maid did as she chose with visitors for whom she had a fancy. She conducted him to the so-called breakfast-room and shut the door on him.
She gave out that she was very busy in the attics, cleaning those shockingly neglected rooms. "Please, sir," said the servant, "Miss Clayhanger says she's been across to Mr Orgreave's, and Master George is about the same." Maggie would not come and tell him herself. On the previous evening he had not seen her after the reception of the news about the Vicar.
He could read "Candide" almost without a dictionary, and he had intense pride in doing so, and for some time afterwards "Candide" and "La Princesse de Babylone," and a few similar witty trifles, were the greatest stories in the world for him. Only a faint reserve in Tom Orgreave's responsive enthusiasm made him cautiously reflect.
The Orgreave family all had expensive tastes, and it was Osmond Orgreave's task to find most of the money needed for the satisfaction of those tastes. He always did find it, because the necessity was upon him, but he did not always find it easily. Janet would say sometimes, "We mustn't be so hard on father this month; really, lately we've never seen him with his cheque-book out of his hand."
The impartial and unmoved spectator that sat somewhere in Edwin, as in everybody who possesses artistic sensibility, watching his secret life as from a conning tower, thought how strange this was. He stared out into the street. And then a face appeared at the aperture left by the removed shutter. It was Janet Orgreave's, and it hesitated. Edwin gave a nervous start.
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