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The old lady's a bore, but she can be agreeable when she likes; the girl's rather clever does pictures for children's books, you know. She seems to be getting on better lately. But they are wretchedly poor. I was saying to them oh, but that reminds me of something else. You haven't seen the Pomfrets lately?" "No." "Then you don't know that Mr. Elvan's dead?" "No."
"Good-by," said Alice, vaguely. "Let me know when anything develops," said Mr. Crewe, with his back to his attorney. Austen found Victoria, her colour heightened a little, waiting for him by the driveway. The Pomfrets had just driven off, and Mr. Crewe was nowhere to be seen. "I do not know what you will think of me for taking this for granted, Mr.
Before going to business, he wrote a brief acceptance. During the day, a doubt now and then troubled him as to whether he had behaved discreetly, but on the whole he looked forward to Sunday with pleasant expectation. How should he equip himself? Should he go dressed as he would have gone to the Pomfrets', in his easy walking attire, jacket and soft-felt?
"That I can believe," said Godfrey, with his pleasantest look and nod. "I was afraid he might somehow scrape together money enough to pursue her to Egypt. Perhaps he's trying for that. The Pomfrets want me to go down to Ashstead and have a talk with them about him. Whether he managed to see the girl before she left England, I don't know."
"Angelic!" "Well why not? There are girls with angelic faces. Don't I know one?" Warburton, who had been sitting with a leg over the arm of his chair suddenly changed his position. "That reminds me," he said. "I came across the Pomfrets in Switzerland." "Where? When?" "At Trient ten days ago. I spent three or four days with them. Hasn't Miss Elvan mentioned it?"
"Good-by," said Alice, vaguely. "Let me know when anything develops," said Mr. Crewe, with his back to his attorney. Austen found Victoria, her colour heightened a little, waiting for him by the driveway. The Pomfrets had just driven off, and Mr. Crewe was nowhere to be seen. "I do not know what you will think of me for taking this for granted, Mr.
It was not very long before Franks asked permission to make the Pomfrets acquainted with his friend Warburton, a step which proved entirely justifiable.
Feeling already better for his exercise, he stood awhile reflecting, and decided at length to go by rail into the country. He might perhaps call on the Pomfrets at Ashtead; that would depend upon his mood. At all events he would journey in that direction. It was some three months since he had seen the Pomfrets.
The Pomfrets were quite different sort of people restless, self-seeking; one of them had been a favourite of Henry VIII." It was clear that William Oke had no feeling of having any Pomfret blood in his veins; he spoke of these people with an evident family dislike the dislike of an Oke, one of the old, honourable, modest stock, which had quietly done its duty, for a family of fortune-seekers and Court minions.
Who this could be, the Pomfrets had no idea. Warburton, though he affected equal ignorance, could not doubt but that it was himself, and he grew inwardly angry. Rather impatient with the artist's follies than troubled about his sufferings, Will came home again.
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