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It might not be easy to become traveller to such a firm, but his ingenious mind tossed and turned the possibilities of the case, and after a day or two spent in looking up likely men which involved a great deal of drinking in a great variety of public resorts he came across an elderly traveller who had represented Quodlings on a northern circuit, and who boasted a certain acquaintance with Quodling the senior.
Lord P. had another brother knocking about you understand, a brother like Quodling, who had no name of his own. And this brother, Polly, is your uncle Clover." Miss Sparkes did not fail to understand, but she at once and utterly declined to credit the statement. "You mean to say it wasn't Lord P. at all as I met as I saw at the theatre?"
"Why," said the Duke, "I had caused my little Quodling to go through his oration thus 'That whatever evil reports had passed current during the lifetime of the worthy matron whom they had restored to dust that day, malice herself could not deny that she was born well, married well, lived well, and died well; since she was born in Shadwell, married to Cresswell, lived in Camberwell, and died in Bridewell. Here ended the oration, and with it Sedley's ambitious hopes of overreaching Buckingham ha, ha, ha!
Quodling, senior, was a gruff, heavy-featured man, decidedly of coarse fibre; when moved he swore with gusto, and it did not take much to put him out. At present he was in an irritable mood, and, very unlike his habit, gave scant attention to the affair of which Gammon spoke.
When you first met his lordship he had been seeing the other Quodling on this matter. Pure kindness of heart he was very kind-hearted. He wanted to heal a breach between the brothers, and, if possible, to get Francis a partnership in the firm your firm. I fear he exerted himself vainly." "Greenacre!" exclaimed the man of commerce, thumping the table.
"And that I shall give 'em, 'ot and strong." As he drove on Gammon mused over this incident. The oil and colour business was not one of his "specialities," but he knew a good deal about it, and could easily learn what remained. The name of Quodling interested him, being that of the man in the City who so strikingly resembled Mr.
Quodling & Son, oil and colour merchants. Theirs was a large and sound business, both in town and country.
"You're an independent party, you are," said Mrs. Bubb, eyeing him with admiration. "It was always more than I could do to stand a hint of that kind. Not so long ago I used to lose my temper, but I've taken pattern by Polly I mean Miss Sparkes and now I do it quietly. That reminds me" his look changed to seriousness "do you know anyone of the name of Quodling?"
A few days later the opportunity for which he waited came to pass, and he was invited to an interview with Quodling and Son; that is to say, with a person who was neither Quodling nor Quodling's son, but held a position of authority at their place of business in Norton Folgate. Whenever the chance was given him of applying personally for any post that he desired, Mr.
"By the way," Gammon remarked carelessly, "are these Quodlings any relation to Quodling the silk broker in the City?" His companion smiled over the rim of a deep tumbler, and continued to smile through a long draught. "Why do you ask?" "No particular reason. Happen to know the other man by sight." "They're brothers Quodling senior and the broker."
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