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The original Rainham had not bequeathed his energy along with his hoards to his descendants; and, indeed, the last of these, Philip Rainham, a man of weak health, original Rainham had not bequeathed his energy along with his hoards to his descendants; and, indeed, the last of these, Philip Rainham, a man of weak health, whose tastes, although these were veiled in obscurity, were supposed to trench little upon shipping, let the business jog along so much after its own fashion, that the popular view hinted at its imminent dissolution.
When Rainham pushed back the door of the dim little restaurant in Turk Street, Soho, he stood a moment, blinking his eyes a little in the sudden change from the bright summer sunshine, before he assured himself that his friend had not yet arrived. Half a dozen men were sitting about smoking or discussing various drinks.
"Oh, can't we walk?" Cecilia said. "I think if I walked hard I might forget Mrs. Rainham." "I'd hate you to remember her," Bob said. "Tell me what she has been doing, anyhow, and then we won't think of her any more." "It doesn't sound much," Cecilia said. "There never is anything very much. Only it goes on all the time."
The dial noted Thursday; and he reminded himself that on that day his friend, Lady Garnett, had a perennial habit of being at home to her intimates, on the list of whom Rainham could acknowledge, without undue vanity, his name occurred high.
The winter wore on, and still Rainham was to be seen almost nightly in his now familiar corner by the fireside at Brodonowski's, in the seat next that which had become Oswyn's by right of almost immemorial occupation.
"But then, you are not a wicked old woman, my aunt," she observed gently. "Ah!" she threw back, "how do you judge? Do me the justice to believe, chèrie, that, if I tell you a good deal, there is a good deal, happily, which I don't tell you." She pushed a box of cigarettes, which the man had placed on the table, toward Rainham.
Lady Garnett was overheard to murmur into the black ear of Mefistofèle that it always rained. "But on the whole yes, I was rather bored," the girl continued abruptly. "The rain and the round games and the people?" Rainham echoed. "You have my sympathy." "I believe I rather liked the round games," said Mary, with a little laugh.
However, my health is a subject which palls on me after a time. Tell me about yourself." He looked up with a smile, in which an onlooker might have detected a spark of malice, as though Rainham were aware that his suggested topic was not without attraction to his friend.
Rainham, if you don't attend, I won't show you any more pictures." "Tyrant," said Rainham absently, as he carried his eyes from the contemplative stare with which they had been regarding the vagaries of a butterfly on the skylight. "What have you found now? Kitty, by Jove!"
Rainham, and then, deciding that she might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, followed gaily. And supper was so cheery a meal that she forgot all about time until, just at the end, she caught sight of the restaurant clock. "Half-past eleven! Oh, Bobby!" "Well, if it is you poor little old Cinderella," said Bob.
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