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And at her little clear laugh something moved within Bob Pillin. "You know this house well?" She shook her head. "But it's rather scrummy, isn't it?" Bob Pillin, who had never yet thought so answered: "Quite O.K." The girl threw up her head to laugh again. "O.K.? What's that?"
Restraining a fearful inclination to blurt out: "It's not going to be on any footing!" Bob Pillin mumbled: "I must go; I'm late." "And when will you be able ?" "Oh! I'll I'll send I'll write. Good-bye!" And suddenly he found that Mrs. Larne had him by the lapel of his coat.
He came closer, and lowered his voice: "Why did you get me to make that settlement? I must have been mad. I've had a man called Ventnor I didn't like his manner. He asked me if I knew a Mrs. Larne." "Ha! What did you say?" "What could I say? I don't know her. But why did he ask?" "Smells a rat." Joe Pillin grasped the edge of the table with both hands. "Oh!" he murmured. "Oh! don't say that!"
Convinced that no explanation would hold water, he felt sure that his action would be at once followed by the collapse, if nothing more, of that old image, and the infliction of a nasty slur on old Pillin and his hopeful son.
Bob Pillin saw her white round throat, and thought: 'She is a ripper! And he said with a certain desperation: "My name's Pillin. Yours is Larne, isn't it? Are you a relation here?" "He's our Guardy. Isn't he a chook?" That rumbling whisper like "Scratch a Poll, Poll!" recurring to Bob Pillin, he said with reservation: "You know him better than I do." "Oh! Aren't you his grandson, or something?"
Would three bottles of Perrier Jouet do the trick, or must he add one of the old Madeira? He decided to be on the safe side. A bottle or so of champagne went very little way with him personally, and young Pillin might be another.
The idol spoke: "I'll give you a word of advice. Don't hang round there, or you'll burn your fingers. Remember me to your father. Good-night!" The taxi had stopped before the house in Sefton Park. An insensate impulse to remain seated and argue the point fought in Bob Pillin with an impulse to leap out, shake his fist in at the window, and walk off. He merely said, however: "Thanks for the lift.
"So she's a relative of old Heythorp's," he said. "He's a very old friend of your father's. He ought to go bankrupt, you know." To Bob Pillin, glowing with passion and Madeira, the idea of bankruptcy seemed discreditable in connection with a relative of Phyllis. Besides, the old boy was far from that! Had he not just made this settlement on Mrs. Larne? And he said: "I think you're mistaken.
In that draughtless vehicle they sat, full of who knows what contempt of age for youth; and youth for age; the old man resenting this young pup's aspiration to his granddaughter; the young man annoyed that this old image had dragged him away before he wished to go. Old Heythorp said at last: "Well?" Thus expected to say something, Bob Pillin muttered "Glad your meetin' went off well, sir.
And Bob Pillin muttered: "I see." He did not, but it was of no consequence. Then the thought of Ventnor again ousted all others. What on earth-how on earth! He searched his mind for what he could possibly have said the other night. Surely he had not asked him to do anything; certainly not given him their address. There was something very odd about it that had jolly well got to be cleared up!
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