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"Will it ever be said of me when my history is told that I spent forty thousand pounds a-year in advertising a single article? Would that it might be told that I had spent ten times forty thousand." It was thus that Robinson had once spoken to his friend Poppins, while some remnant of that five hundred pounds was still in his hands. "But what good does it do? It don't make anything."
Nelly and he always felt gently superior to Tom Poppins, who would be a-sleeping late, as they talked of the joy of not having to go to the office, of approaching Christmas, and of the superiority of Upton's Grove and Parthenon. This morning was to be Mr. Wrenn's first attendance at church with Nelly. The previous time they had planned to go, Mr.
"Gerty!" protested Miss Proudfoot, while Nelly, on the couch, ejaculated mechanically, "That story!" but Mrs. Arty chuckled fatly, and continued: "I asked him if he wanted me to have Annie sweep his nightshirt when she swept his room. He changed it next day." "Your bid, Mr. Poppins, "said Miss Proudfoot, severely. "First, I want to tell Wrenn how to play. You see, Wrenn, here's the schedule.
Brown and his young married guest were discussing things commercial on their own side of the room, and Poppins, also, was not without a hope that he might learn the secret. Poppins had rather despised the firm at first, as not a few others had done, distrusting all their earlier assurances as to trade bargains, and having been even unmoved by the men in armour.
"He knows well enough," said Maryanne, "only he's so close. Now do tell us." "He'll tell you anything you choose to ask him," said Mrs. Poppins. "Tell me anything! Not him, indeed. What does he care for me?" "I'm sure he would if he only knew what you were saying before he came into the room." "Now don't, Polly!" "Oh, but I shall! because it's better he should know."
He knew very well the great difference between him and his humble friend, both as regarded worldly position and intellectual attainments. But, nevertheless, there was a strain of wisdom in Poppins' remarks which, though it appertained wholly to matters of low import, he did not disdain to use.
Take my advice, and as you mean to do it, do it at once. And don't let the old 'un nobble all the money. Live and let live. That's fair play all over." And so Mr. Poppins took his leave. Had anybody suggested to George Robinson that he should go to Poppins for advice as to his course of life, George Robinson would have scorned the suggestion.
Wrenn's eyelids fluttered. Tom brought his hand down on the table with a soft flat "plob" and declared: "Say, there might be a lot of money in it. Why, I've heard that Harry Smith writes the words for these musical comedies makes a mint of money." "Mr. Poppins ought to help you in it he's seen such a lot of plays," Mrs. Arty anxiously advised. "That's a good idea," said Mr. Wrenn.
"It's the poetry of euphemism," Robinson once said to Poppins; but he might as well have talked Greek to him. Robinson often complained that no one understood him; but he forgot that it is the fate of great men generally to work alone, and to be not comprehended.
Arty had guided Annie, the bashful maid, in serving the vegetable soup, and had coaxed her into bringing Mr. Wrenn a napkin, she took charge of the conversation, a luxury which she would never have intrusted to her flock's amateurish efforts. Mr. Poppins, said she, had spoken of meeting a friend of Mr. Wrenn's; Mr. Morton, was it not? A very nice man, she understood. Was it true that Mr.
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