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Pritchett here sank to the lowest bathos of misery. "I know she's Lady Harcourt very well. I didn't mean her ladyship any disrespect." "Oh dear, no, of course not, Mr. Pritchett. Who would think such a thing of you, who's known her from a baby?" "Yes, I have know'd her from a babby, ma'am. That's just it; and I've know'd you from amost a babby too, ma'am." "That was a very long time ago, Mr.
I hope you do not think that I am ungrateful, George?" and Sir Lionel used his softest and, at the same time, his most expressive tone. "Grateful! I seldom look for much gratitude. But I shall be glad to know when it may suit you to settle with me. The account has been running on now for a great many years. Probably Pritchett may have sent it you." And as he spoke Mr.
"Oh, master George! you shouldn't be going to them furren parts indeed you shouldn't; and he in such a state." "Is he worse than when I last saw him, Mr. Pritchett?" "Gentlemen at his time of life don't get much better, master George nor yet at mine. It's half a million of money; half a million of money! But it's no use talking to you, sir it never was."
It was a tedious hour that they so passed, certainly; but at last it did make itself away. Lunch was brought in; and the sherry, which had been handed round with biscuits before the funeral, was again put on the table. Mr. Pritchett liked a glass of sherry, though it never seemed to have other effect on him than to make his sadness of a deeper dye.
Miss Waddington might still be so, or even Miss Baker. Mr. Bertram, in his way, was certainly very fond of Miss Baker. It was thus that Mr. Pritchett speculated from day to day. George, however, was always regarded by him as the favourite in the race. And now at last we may return to our story. Having seen his uncle, George's next business was to see his lady-love.
There is no reason he should give me anything. But situated as I have been at Oxford, it would have been almost absurd in me to refuse his allowance " "Quite absurd." "When he knew I was coming out to you, he made Pritchett you know Pritchett?" "And his handwriting very well indeed." "He made Pritchett put three hundred pounds to my credit; that was over and above my allowance.
"You'll go down to him, master George," wheezed out poor Pritchett. "Though it's too late for any good. It's all arranged now, of course." Bertram said that he would go down immediately, irrespective of any such arrangements. And then, remembering of whom that Hadley household had consisted when he left England in the early winter, he asked as to the two ladies. "Miss Baker is there, of course?"
That evening George sat up late alone, preparing for the morrow's work, and trying to realize the position in which he found himself. Mr. Pritchett, had he been there, would have whispered into his ears, again and again, those ominous and all-important words, "Half a million of money, Mr. George; half a million of money!" And, indeed, though Mr.
I think nothing of the trouble. 'And he knows no more about money, says your uncle, 'than an ostrich. He can't go to Bagdad out of his allowance. 'Of course he can't, said I. 'You had better put three hundred pounds to his credit, said the old gentleman; and so, Mr. George, I have." "I could have done very well without it, Mr. Pritchett."
Sir Henry had been three times to Hadley, but he had only once succeeded in seeing Mr. Bertram, and then the interview had been short, and, as Mr. Pritchett surmised, not very satisfactory. His last visit had been since that paid by Sir Omicron, and on that occasion the sick man had sent out to say that he could not see strangers. All this Mr. Pritchett had learnt from Miss Baker.
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