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"I I have not been feeling quite myself, Mr. Ridgett." "No, so your maid told me. But, still, I am afraid it's the way to make yourself worse, never going out of doors;" and Mr. Ridgett laughed amiably. "I won't press you that is, I won't press you to honor me with your company; but I do respectfully press my advice to get out a bit.
"They suggested," said Dale, swelling with indignation, "that I should write regret that I had perhaps acted indiscreet but only through over-zeal." "Oh! And you didn't see your way to " "Not me. Take a black mark, and let my record go. No, thank you. I sent up my formal request to be heard at headquarters. I appealed to Cæsar." Mr. Ridgett smiled good-naturedly.
"Really now!" and Mr. Ridgett smiled. "I had stopped Miss Yorke from operating. And I started her again within four minutes. That was the time, and no more, the message was delayed. That was the time it took me to renew the service with the confidence and secrecy provided by Her Majesty's Regulations. And I ask you, how else could I have acted?
"It's served at seven sharp," said Dale; "and we make it a meat tea; but you aren't restricted to non-alcolic bev'rages." "Oh, tea is more than good enough for me, thank you." "Mavis," said Dale, introducing his guest, "this is Mr. Ridgett, who is so kind as to honor us without ceremony." And, as if to demonstrate the absence of ceremony, he put his arm round his wife's waist and kissed her. Mr.
An altercation ensued, and the soldier became so impudent that the postmaster threatened to put him outside the door. "Oh," said the soldier, "it'd take a many such as you to put me out." "Did he say so? Really now!" And Mr. Ridgett looked at Dale critically. "I take it he was a heavyweight, eh?" "He gave me my work," said Dale; "and I was all three minutes at it. But out he went."
And Mavis noticed that all the time that he was talking to Mary his voice sounded perfectly natural. Then he went down-stairs, speaking again when he was half-way down. "How goes it, Miss Yorke? Is Mr. Ridgett in the office?" And this time it was absolutely his old voice rather loud, rather authoritative, but really quite cheerful.
In her agitation she had forgotten about the reply telegram to her husband. She got Mr. Ridgett to write the message her hands were trembling so that she could scarcely hold the pencil. "Very sorry, I'm sure," said Mr. Ridgett sympathetically. "This was the party you told me of the gentleman that was giving his support to Mr. Dale?" "Yes." "Well, well very sad. How will you word it?"
Would his clerk have the sense to see to it, that the clocks down there were duly wound? Ridgett, of course, could not be expected to know that they were always wound on Thursdays. St.
Ridgett was fully susceptible to Mavis' varied charms. He liked her complexion so unusually white; he liked her hair such a lot of it; he liked the mobility of her lips, the fineness and straightness of her nose; and he also greatly liked the broad black ribbon that was tied round her slender neck. The simple decoration seemed curiously in harmony with something childlike pertaining to its wearer.
Dale," said Ridgett, speaking to her from the bottom of the stairs, "would you be disposed for a little stroll before tea?" "No, thank you, Mr. Ridgett." "Have pity on a lonely stranger, and change your mind," said Mr. Ridgett, smiling up at her. "No, really not but thank you for offering it." "You know, it isn't right the way you shut yourself up this lovely weather."
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