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Crocker had made himself a serious annoyance even to Lord Hampstead, though their presence together had only been for a very short time. But Roden had to pass his life at the same desk with the odious companion. Absolutely to cut him, to let it be known all through the office that they two did not speak, was to make too much of the matter.
"Ah!" she said to Roden, whose manner betrayed the recollection of her invitation to him, "so I have kept you waiting a minute, perhaps, for each day that you have stayed away from Park Straat." Roden laughed, with a shade of embarrassment, which she was quick to detect. "Is it your sister," she asked, "who has induced you to stay away?" "Dorothy has nothing but good to say of you," he answered.
"Then it must be either worthless or priceless." He looked at her, but he did not speak, and those who are quick to detect the fleeting shade of pathos might have seen it in the glance of the tired eyes. For Percy Roden was only clever as a financier, and women have no use for such cleverness, only for the results of it. Roden was conscious of making no progress with Mrs.
I put it to you whether it would be honest on your part to ask her to abandon the rank which she will be entitled to expect from you. Just you think of it, Mr. Roden. And now I won't trouble you any more upon the subject." Not a word more was said on the subject at Castle Hautboy, and on the next day he returned to the Post Office.
Von Holzen wished Cornish, and others concerned, to know that he had destroyed the prescription. It was a concession in disguise a retrograde movement perhaps pour mieux sauter. Percy Roden was one of those men who have a grudge against the world. The most hopeless ill-doer is he who excuses himself angrily. There are some who seem unconscious of their own failings, and for these there is hope.
There were only twenty, but every man was a man of note. Politics were represented by the Home Secretary, Sir Philip Roden, and the First Lord of the Treasury; the peerage by the Duke of Leicester and the Earl of Lathon. There were two judges, and a half a dozen Q.C.'s, the most popular novelist of the day, and the most renowned physician. A prince might have entertained such a company with honor.
So I accompanied Caspar Roden, who told me on the way that Count Otto had at first looked very high for his daughter Clara, and scorned many a good suitor, but that she was now getting rather old, and ready, like a ripe burr, to hang on the first that came by.
In one of the cottages a cold collation was set out on two long tables. There was a choice of wines, and notably some bottles of champagne on a side table. "For the journalists," explained Roden. "I have a number of them coming this afternoon to witness the arrival of the first batch of malgamite makers. There is nothing like judicious advertisement.
He stood there close by Roden, leaning his elbow on the letters that he had been writing. The two men were thus together facing Cornish, who stood at the other side of the table. "I have been looking into things," he repeated, "and the game is up." Roden, whose face was quite colourless, shrugged his shoulders with a sneering smile.
"No," said Marion faintly, uttering her little protest ever so gently. "You are very constant, my lord," said Mrs. Roden. "I suppose a man is constant to what he really loves best. But what a history you have brought back with you, Mrs. Roden! I do not know whether I am to call you Mrs. Roden." "Certainly, my lord, you are to call me so." "What does it mean?" asked Marion.
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