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There were twenty selfish women about whom I told her and who stirred her to a beautiful rage. Immediately after my first visit her sister, Mrs. Milsom, came over from Paris, and the two ladies began to present, as they called it, their letters. I thanked our stars that none had been presented to Mr. Paraday.
Paraday had been promptly caught and saddled, accepting with characteristic good-humour his confidential hint that to figure in his show was not so much a consequence as a cause of immortality. From Mrs. Wimbush to the last "representative" who called to ascertain his twelve favourite dishes, it was the same ingenuous assumption that he would rejoice in the repercussion.
It was a pure case of profession flair he had smelt the coming glory as an animal smells its distant prey. I may as well say at once that this little record pretends in no degree to be a picture either of my introduction to Mr. Paraday or of certain proximate steps and stages.
You'll of course have perceived for yourself that one scarcely does read Neil Paraday till one reads him aloud; he gives out to the ear an extraordinary full tone, and it's only when you expose it confidently to that test that you really get near his style. Take up your book again and let me listen, while you pay it out, to that wonderful fifteenth chapter.
It had been ominously clear to me from the first that in Neil Paraday this lady, who, as all the world agreed, was tremendous fun, considered that she had secured a prime attraction, a creature of almost heraldic oddity. Nothing could exceed her enthusiasm over her capture, and nothing could exceed the confused apprehensions it excited in me.
This made me feel I was doubly bound to have ideas, and had doubtless been at the bottom of my proposing to Mr. Pinhorn that I should lay my lean hands on Neil Paraday.
They've completely taken hold of me. There's no author about whom I'm in such a state as I'm in about Neil Paraday." "Permit me to remark then," I presently returned, "that you're one of the right sort." "One of the enthusiasts? Of course I am!" "Oh there are enthusiasts who are quite of the wrong. I mean you're one of those to whom an appeal can be made." "An appeal?"
"He would perhaps be so if distinguished men hadn't an infallible nose for nonsense." She looked at me a moment her face was sweet and gay. "Do YOU burn without reading too?" in answer to which I assured her that if she'd trust me with her repository I'd see that Mr. Paraday should write his name in it. She considered a little. "That's very well, but it wouldn't make me see him."
'Obsessions, by Miss So-and-so, would look a little odd, but men are more naturally indelicate. Have you peeped into 'Obsessions'?" Mr. Morrow continued sociably to our companion. Paraday, still absent, remote, made no answer, as if he hadn't heard the question: a form of intercourse that appeared to suit the cheerful Mr. Morrow as well as any other.
"I was confident that I should be the first in the field. A great interest is naturally felt in Mr. Paraday's surroundings," he heavily observed. "I hadn't the least idea of it," said Paraday, as if he had been told he had been snoring. "I find he hasn't read the article in The Empire," Mr. Morrow remarked to me. "That's so very interesting it's something to start with," he smiled.
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