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'O nay, she said, 'by the Portway shall we go; the torch-bearers shall be abiding thee at the gate.
Henry, however, unaccustomed to the phenomena accompanying her speech, mistook her at first for a woman determined to be witty at any cost. 'I'm glad to meet you, he said, and laughed as if to insinuate that that speech also was funny. 'I was desolated, simply desolated, not to see you at Miss Foster's "at home," Mrs. Ashton Portway was presently sniggering.
Ashton Portway, 'if you are too witty. The hostess smiled and sniggered, but it was generally felt that Mr. Dolbiac's remark had not been in the best taste. For a few moments Henry was alone and uncared for, and he examined his surroundings.
Ashton Portway, whose small black eyes seemed to say: 'That's all right, my friend. I share your ideas fully. When you want a quiet whisky, come to me. 'And what have you been doing this dark day? Mrs. Ashton Portway began, with her snigger. 'Well, said Henry, 'I dropped into the National Gallery this afternoon, but really it was so 'The National Gallery? exclaimed Mrs.
But as they sat a-talking, there came two men running to them from the Portway, their weapons all clattering upon them, and they heard withal the sound of a horn winded not far off very loud and clear; and the Chapman's cheek paled: for in sooth he doubted that war was at hand, after all he had heard of the Dalesmen's dealings with the Dusky Men.
'Don't all speak at once, said Mr. Dolbiac, after a pause. 'Who is that chap? Henry whispered. 'Mr. Dolbiac? He's a sculptor from Paris. Quite English, I believe, except for his grandmother. Intensely clever. Mrs. Ashton Portway distilled these facts into Henry's ear, and then turned to the silent seven. 'It is rather difficult, isn't it? she breathed encouragingly.
Sundry guests declined to play, on the ground that they lacked the needful brilliance. Henry declined utterly, but he had the wit not to give his reasons. It was he who suggested that the non-players should form a jury. At last seven players were recruited, including Mr. Ashton Portway, Miss Marchrose, Geraldine, Mr. Dolbiac, and three others. Mrs. Ashton Portway sat down by Henry as a jurywoman.
Ashton Portway swiftly. 'I must introduce you to Miss Marchrose, the author of that charming hand-book to Pictures in London. Miss Marchrose, she called out, urging Henry towards a corner of the room, 'this is Mr. Knight. She sniggered on the name. 'He's just dropped into the National Gallery. Then Mrs.
Portway was rich in money and in his wife; he had inherited the money, and his literary instincts had discovered the wife in a publisher's daughter. The union had not been blessed with children, which was fortunate, since Mrs. Portway was left free to devote the whole of her time to the encouragement of literary talent in the most unliterary of cities. Henry rather liked Mr.
He nearly fell down dead on the doormat, and then, remembering that life was after all sweet, he plunged into the room as into the sea. When he came up breathless and spluttering, Mrs. Ashton Portway, known to a small circle of readers as Raymond Quick, the author of several mild novels issued at his own expense. Mr.
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