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Anybody might want money." Phyllis did not raise her face. "Why are you lending it?" "Because because why shouldn't I?" and diving suddenly, he seized her hands. She wrenched them free; and with the emotion of despair, Bob Pillin took out the envelope. "If you like," he said, "I'll tear this up.
Joseph Pillin, selling his ships for sixty thousand pounds, had just made a settlement of six thousand pounds on a lady whom he did not know, a daughter, ward, or what-not of the purchasing company's chairman, who had said, moreover, at the general meeting, that he stood or fell by the transaction; he had merely to do this, and demand that an explanation be required from the old man of such a startling coincidence.
He put on his hat, and, lost in his fur coat, passed out into the corridor. On the stairs he met a man who said: "How do you do, Mr. Pillin? I know your son. Been' seeing the chairman? I see your sale's gone through all right. I hope that'll do us some good, but I suppose you think the other way?" Peering at him from under his hat, Joe Pillin said: "Mr. Ventnor, I think? Thank you!
Aesop," it was resonant with a very clatter-bodandigo of noises, from Phyllis playing the Machiche; from the boy Jock on the hearthrug, emitting at short intervals the most piercing notes from an ocarina; from Mrs. Larne on the sofa, talking with her trailing volubility to Bob Pillin; from Bob Pillin muttering: "Ye-es! Qui-ite! Ye-es!" and gazing at Phyllis over his collar.
Bob Pillin had a certain shrewd caution, and the point was whether he was going to begin to lend money to a woman who, he could see, might borrow up to seventy times seven on the strength of his infatuation for her daughter. That was rather too strong! Yet, if he didn't she might take a sudden dislike to him, and where would he be then? Besides, would not a loan make his position stronger?
I don't suppose I shall be back till the summer, if I ever come back!" He sank his voice: "I shall rely on you. You won't let them, will you?" Old Heythorp lifted his hand, and Joe Pillin put into that swollen shaking paw his pale and spindly fingers. "I wish I had your pluck," he said sadly. "Good-bye, Sylvanus," and turning, he passed out. Old Heythorp thought: 'Poor shaky chap.
And I daren't say anything to Bob. What are you thinking of, Sylvanus? You look very funny!" Old Heythorp seemed to rouse himself from a sort of coma. "I want my lunch," he said. "Will you stop and have some?" Joe Pillin stammered out: "Lunch! I don't know when I shall eat again. What are you going to do, Sylvanus?" "Bluff the beggar out of it." "But suppose you can't?" "Buy him off.
Pillin tells me you're entitled under." "Phyllis dear!" Seeing the girl about to rise from underneath the white stuff, Mr. Ventnor said quickly: "Pray don't disturb yourself just a formality!" It had struck him at once that the lady would have to speak the truth in the presence of this third party, and he went on: "Quite recent, I think. This'll be your first interest-on six thousand pounds?
"Very well," he said loudly. "Good riddance! You wait and see which boot the leg is on!" But Bob Pillin was gone, leaving the lawyer with a very red face, a very angry heart, and a vague sense of disorder in his speech. Not only Bob Pillin, but his tender aspirations had all left him; he no longer dallied with the memory of Mrs.
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