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"Just a little word" interposed Plowden, with strenuous calmness of utterance "what you say may be true enough yes, I admit it is true as far as it goes. But was that what either of us had in our minds at the time? You know it wasn't! You had just planned a coup on the Stock Exchange which promised you immense rewards.
O! rare Jo! and attentively Surveying the combatants, I found it to be the merry Jo Haynes, fallen out with Plowden the famous Lawyer, about a game at Nine-holes; and that shout had proclaimed Joe victorious.
Those must have been extraordinarily interesting experiences of yours on the plains. I wish I could have seen something of that part of America when I was there last year. Unfortunately, it didn't come my way." "I thought I remembered your saying you'd been West." Plowden smiled. "I'm afraid I did think it was West at the time. But since my return I've been warned that I mustn't call Chicago West.
The other looked up quickly, then glanced away again. "It's all going as you expected, is it?" he asked. "Better than I expected," Thorpe told him, energetically. "Much better than anybody expected." "Hah!" said Plowden. After a moment's reflection he went on hesitatingly: "I didn't know.
"Since you allude to it," Lord Plowden observed, with a certain calm loftiness of tone, "there is no harm in saying that you WILL pay something on that old score. Once you thrust the promise of something like a hundred thousand pounds positively upon me. You insisted on my believing it, and I did so, like a fool. I came to you to redeem the promise, and you laughed in my face. Very well.
He stirred not a step, but reloaded the barrel with a hand shaking for joy. From where he stood he could see the dead bird; there could never have been a cleaner "kill." In the warming glow of his satisfaction in himself, there kindled a new liking of a different sort for Plowden and Balder. He owed to them, at this belated hour of his life, a novel delight of indescribable charm.
The delicate tints and surfaces of what was before his eyes seemed somehow to connect themselves with the subject. Plowden himself was delicately-tinted and refined of texture. Vindictiveness was too plain and coarse an emotion to sway such a complicated and polished organism.
"I've been on the point of asking so many times," Miss Madden interposed "is Balder a family name, or is it after the Viking in Matthew Arnold's poem?" "It was his father's choice," Lady Plowden made answer. "I think the Viking explanation is the right one it certainly isn't in either family. I can't say that it attracted me much at first, you know."
The laughing eyes of Katherine Plowden were glittering by the side of the mild countenance of Alice Dunscombe, and, at times, were fastened in droll interest on the rigid and upright exterior that Captain Manual maintained, directly opposite to where she was seated. A chair had, also, been placed for Dillon of course it was vacant.
He received me very kindly; and after some conversation, he inquired whether I should like to go to school, or to live with a private tutor by myself. I replied, "To school, by all means," as I wished to see life, and to make friends. To school, therefore, it was settled I should go. Mr Plowden selected for me a large school near London; it was considered a first-rate one.
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