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He received Mr Pamphlett's top-hat and walking-stick, helped him off with his black frock-coat, helped him on with the light alpaca jacket in which during the hot weather Mr Pamphlett combined banking with comfort. "Business as usual!" said Mr Pamphlett, slipping into the alpaca. "That's the motto. Old England's sound, Hendy!" "Yes, sir: leastways, I hope so." "Sound as a bell.
"Very thoughtful of you." "Well, I'm glad you're grateful." "Who said so?" "At least," answered Mr Pamphlett with rising choler, "you must own that I have shown you great consideration great consideration and forbearance." He checked his wrath, being a man who had severely trained himself to keep his temper in any discussion touching business.
Next, a Sub-Committee of Ways and Means, to collect subscriptions, and also to act as Finance Committee. The Vicar, Mr Best, Mr Hambly, with Mr Pamphlett for Honorary Treasurer. Then Dr Mant unfolded a scheme of Ambulance Classes. He was one of those careless, indolent men who can spurt invaluably on any business which is not for their private advantage.
Can we wonder at it, holding as we do so many er threads?" Mr Pamphlett held up his two hands, and spread them as though they contained a skein of wool to be unwound. "But the Chancellor of the Exchequer took steps. Opposed as I am in a general way to the present Government, I am free to admit that, at this juncture, the Chancellor of the Exchequer realised his responsibilities and er took steps.
God forgive me for sayin' so, but I'll be more comfortable there. . . . Ay, d'ee hear me, Mr Pamphlett? More comfortable than here amidst women's tongues an' clerkly men's devices, an', what's worse, even the set-up whisperin' o' children. God forgive 'em an' forgive you! I'm a Polpier man, an' the last o' my stock; but I'll come back, if at all, to finish in Polpier with credit."
I will satisfy myself concerning this and advise you without delay. I am, dear sir, yours faithfully, Alfred Pamphlett, Manager. "Business as usual" Mr Pamphlett repeated it many times to himself as he went through the rest of his correspondence. His spirit in revulsion after his brief scare soared almost to gaiety. He walked into the main room of the Bank as Hendy started to pull the door-bolts.
Coming by Temple Bar I bought "Audley's Way to be Rich," a serious pamphlett and some good things worth my minding.
Obedient to some subtle sense, Pamphlett had lowered his usual domineering tone, and was climbing down under the bluff he yet maintained. . . . Nicky-Nan was not grateful: but already he felt inclined to make allowance for the fellow. What a mastery money gave! A voice hailed him from the doorway of the Three Pilchards. "Mornin', Nicky!"
Safe as if 'twas in the Bank safer, I reckon," she added, with an unfriendly glance at Mr Pamphlett. "What money is this you're talking about?" asked that gentleman, stepping forward. He used that tone now: which was sheer blundering folly: and he met his match. "The money you were huntin' for," answered 'Beida, quick as thought. "You mustn't speak to me like that. It's naughty and er unbecoming."
For more than the span of two generations this wealth had lain concealed; and now he he, Nicholas Nanjivell was a rich man, if only he played his cards well! With how sure an instinct he had clung to the old house! had held on to this relic of a past gentility to which by rights he belonged! He was a rich man now, and would defy Pamphlett and all his works
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