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I've heard from him this morning, too." Pilkington he remembered now. Dicky had bothered him about a library last night; and he had wished Dicky at the devil. "He didn't say it was the Harden Library." "It is, though." Isaac's coarse forehead flushed with triumph. "He's promised me the refusal of it when it comes into the market."
You've got the Aldine Plato and the Neapolitan Horace and the Aurea Legenda printed by Wynken de Worde." You can buy them for a pound a-piece and sell the lot for three thousand. If Pilkington collars the rest he'll still be paid, and there may be something over." She considered a moment. "Has Mr. Pilkington any idea of the value of those books?" "I'm certain he hasn't. Only an expert could have."
They said it ought to be a comedy part." If agony had not caused Mr Pilkington to clutch for support at the back of a chair, he would undoubtedly have wrung his hands. "But it was a comedy part!" he wailed. "It was full of the subtlest, most delicate satire on Society. They were delighted with it at Newport! Oh, this is too much! I shall make a strong protest!
He had had good luck with some articles, and he called on Pilkington the next afternoon and paid him his thirty pounds with the interest. Dicky was in a good humour and inclined to be communicative. He congratulated him on his present berth, and informed him that Rickman's was "going it."
How many of the best-known actresses in America began in that way! Dozens. Dozens. If I were giving advice to any young girl with theatrical aspirations, I should say 'Begin in the chorus! On the other hand," he proceeded, turning to Pilkington, "I think it would be just as well if you would not mention the fact of my niece being in that position to Mrs Waddesleigh Peagrim.
Jealous he might be, but jealousy counted for little in the great mind of Pilkington. Human passions were the stuff he worked in. Where they raged highest it was his to ride on the whirlwind and direct the storm. If in Poppy's case they raged too high, his position as creditor gave him a tight grip of young Rickman.
It would be very simple and obvious if it rested with me, but I'm afraid my father mightn't see it in the same light. You see, the thing doesn't lie between Miss Harden and me, but between my father and Mr. Pilkington." "I don't understand." "It's this way. My father won't be buying the library from Miss Harden, but from Mr. Pilkington. And my father is a man of business."
"I was looking forward to it," said Mr Pilkington, charmed at the description. "You remember the address? Nine East Forty-First Street. I have moved, you remember." "So that was why I couldn't find you at the other place," said Jill. "The man at the door said he had never heard of you." "Stupid idiot!" said Uncle Chris testily.
The business note hardly intruded on the proceedings at all. Still, as business was the object of her visit, she felt that she had better approach it. "I came for work." "Work!" cried Mr Pilkington. He, too, appeared to be regarding the interview as purely of a social nature. "In the chorus," explained Jill. Mr Pilkington seemed shocked. He winced away from the word as though it pained him.
"Cut it!" said Mr Goble tersely. "Cut the speech, Mr Goble?" queried the obsequious assistant stage-director. "Yes. Cut it. It don't mean nothing!" Down the aisle, springing from a seat at the back, shimmered Mr Pilkington, wounded to the quick. "Mr Goble! Mr Goble!" "Well?" "That is the best epigram in the play." "The best what?" "Epigram. The best epigram in the play." Mr.
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