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He caused himself to be driven to the Pillin residence in Sefton Park. Ushered into a room on the ground floor, heated in American fashion, Mr. Ventnor unbuttoned his coat. A man of sanguine constitution, he found this hot-house atmosphere a little trying. And having sympathetically obtained Joe Pillin's reluctant refusal Quite so!
Larne and her children. This, as you know, is a breach of trust on your part." The old man's voice: "Where did you get hold of that cock-and-bull story?" brought him to his feet before the fire. "It won't do, Mr. Heythorp. My witnesses are Mr. Pillin, Mrs. Larne, and Mr. Scriven." "What have you come here for, then blackmail?" Mr.
Bob Pillin walked beside him, thinking: 'Poor old josser, he is gettin' a back number! And he said: "I should have thought you ought to drive, sir. My old guv'nor would knock up at once if he went about at night like this." The answer rumbled out into the misty air: "Your father's got no chest; never had."
With the memory of that defiance fresh within him, he almost hoped it might come to be the first, and turning to Mrs. Ventnor, he said abruptly: "Have a little dinner Friday week, and ask young Pillin and the curate."
Her light brown hair was fluffed out on her shoulders, so that he felt a kind of fainting-sweet sensation, and murmured inarticulately: "Oh! I say how jolly!" "Lawks! It's awful! Have you come to see mother?" Balanced between fear and daring, conscious of a scent of hay and verbena and camomile, Bob Pillin stammered: "Ye-es. I I'm glad she's not in, though."
Mr. Pillin, how do you do? Have you had tea? Won't you come to the drawing-room; or do you want to see my father?" "Tha-anks! I believe your father " And he thought: 'By Jove! the old chap is a caution! For old Heythorp was crossing the hall without having paid the faintest attention to his daughter. Murmuring again: "Tha-anks awfully; he wants to give me something," he followed.
Her laugh seemed to him terribly unfeeling. "Oh! oh! Don't be foolish. Sit down. Isn't washing one's head awful?" Bob Pillin answered feebly: "Of course, I haven't much experience." Her mouth opened. "Oh! You are aren't you?"
Bob Pillin did not cross himself. "Lord! No! My dad's an old friend of his; that's all." "Is your dad like him?" "Not much." "What a pity! It would have been lovely if they'd been Tweedles." Bob Pillin thought: 'This bit is something new. I wonder what her Christian name is. And he said: "What did your godfather and godmothers in your baptism ?"
Miss Heythorp was not his style at all; he had a kind of dread of that thin woman who looked as if she could never be unbuttoned. They said she was a great churchgoer and all that sort of thing. In his sanctum old Heythorp had moved to his writing-table, and was evidently anxious to sit down. "Shall I give you a hand, sir?" Receiving a shake of the head, Bob Pillin stood by the fire and watched.
A closer scrutiny than Bob Pillin's would have seen that he also moved his ears. "Of old Heythorp's? Didn't know he had any, except his daughter, and that son of his in the Admiralty." Bob Pillin felt the glow of his secret hobby spreading within him. "She is, though lives rather out of town; got a son and daughter. I thought you might know her stories clever woman." Mr. Ventnor smiled.
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