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Here, or at your office?" "I will come to you." They had it out, man to man, and with all the time-honoured and hoary arguments. "My girl's a fool!" Moffatt panted, red-faced and eloquent. "Not to mention what this really means to all of us, there is the girl's own happiness at stake. What are we to tell the world? You cannot go about and explain! Good Lord!
The room was one of a very homely description, and was apparently under the especial patronage of stage-coachmen; for several gentleman, who had all the appearance of belonging to that learned profession, were drinking and smoking in the different boxes. Among the number was one stout, red-faced, elderly man, in particular, seated in an opposite box, who attracted Mr. Pickwick's attention.
Rumbolt," said he heartily to a stout, red-faced man, who sat smoking in the doorway. "Morning, cap'n, morning," said the red-faced man. "Is the rheumatism any better?" inquired Hezekiah anxiously, as he grasped the other's huge hand. "So, so," said the other. "But it ain't the rheumatism so much what troubles me," he resumed, lowering his voice, and looking round cautiously. "It's Kate."
Before the inn he dismounted, and, having seen Four-legs well bestowed, and given various directions to a certain sleepy-voiced ostler, he entered the inn, and calling for dinner, ate it with huge relish. Now, when he had done, came the landlord to smoke a pipe with him, a red-faced man, vast of paunch and garrulous of tongue. "Fine doin's there be up at t' great 'ouse, sir," he began.
At the fifth knock the house shook, and a red-faced maid with her shoulders veiled in a large damp towel passed hastily down the staircase and, slipping the catch, passed more hastily still upstairs again, affording the indignant captain a glimpse of a short striped skirt as it turned the landing. "Is there any management at all in this house?" he inquired, as he entered the room.
The red-faced man, who was a little behind, came up, and Dick asked, quietly, "What makes you think I took your pocket-book, sir?" "Wasn't it found in your pocket, you young rascal?" said the other, irritably. "Yes," said Dick. "And isn't that enough?" "Not if somebody else put it there," said Dick. "That's a likely story." "It's a true story."
There was only an inhospitable grunt from the gouty, red-faced man whose biography had been more justly than politely abridged for the new-comer. Johanson had no luggage to deposit. He thanked his conductor for the trouble he had taken, and then seated himself on a wooden chair on his side of the room, and had evidently no further need of his guide, who promptly disappeared.
Well, I dare say it's good for their sort to have their noses rubbed in reality now and again. But what would twelve red-faced realities in a jury-box have done to Marlowe? His story would, as he says, have been a great deal worse than no defence at all. It's not as if there were a single piece of evidence in support of his tale. Can't you imagine how the prosecution would tear it to rags?
Pitifully small his capital looked to Fairchild now. Inadequate that was certain for the needs which now stood before it. And there was no person to whom he could turn, no one to whom he could go, for more. To borrow, one must have security; and with the exception of the faith of the red-faced Harry, and the promise of a silent man, now dead, there was nothing.
And so strange things sometimes happened in the nursery, and now and then the children looked queerly at one another after a red-faced woman had gone out, panting. Lucian knew nothing of his accuser's trials, but he was not long in hearing of his own intoxication. The next time he went down to Caermaen he was hailed by the doctor. "Been drinking again today?" "No," said Lucian in a puzzled voice.
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