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"Well, no; not exactly. Of course you'd like him because he is such a wonderful character, but he'd hardly do for your drawing-room. He's the vulgarest little creature you ever put your eyes on; and yet in a certain way he's my partner." "Then I suppose you trust him?" "Indeed I don't; but I make him useful. Poor little Sexty!
But Lopez as he walked out of the office had nothing to which he could look for comfort. He slowly made his way to Little Tankard Yard, and there he found Sexty Parker balancing himself on the back legs of his chair, with a small decanter of public-house sherry before him. "What; you here?" he said. "Yes; I have come to say good-bye." "Where are you going then?
You shan't start to Guatemala if I know it." "That's all over, my boy," said Lopez, smiling. "What is it you mean?" said Sexty, sitting square on his chair and looking very serious. "I am not going to Guatemala or anywhere else. I thought I'd just look in to tell you that I'm just done for, that I haven't a hope of a shilling now or hereafter.
There had been affairs before between the two men in which Lopez had probably been the stronger, and the memory of them, added to the inspection which was still going on, was heavy upon poor Sexty. "Oh, dear, no; I wasn't thinking of refusing. I suppose a fellow may be a little surprised at such a thing." "I don't know why you need be surprised, as such things are very common.
"I'll put a spoke in your wheel there, my man. I'll give a written account of all the dealings between us to the Directors. By G , they shall know their man." "You're an ass, Sexty, and always were. Look here. If I can carry on as though I were going to this place, I can draw £5000 from old Wharton. He has already offered it. He has treated me with a stinginess that I never knew equalled.
But I cannot change it till I know more of your circumstances than I do now." And so the interview was over. Mrs. Sexty Parker Though Mr. Wharton and Lopez met every day for the next week, nothing more was said about the schedule. The old man was thinking about it every day, and so also was Lopez. But Mr. Wharton had made his demand, and, as he thought, nothing more was to be said on the subject.
Not many of his letters came to Manchester Square. Sexty Parker's office or his club were more convenient addresses; but in this case he had thought that Manchester Square would have a better sound and appearance. When he opened the letter the cheque of course appeared bearing the Duke's own signature.
And as she sipped the mixture which Sexty called champagne, she thought of Herefordshire and the banks of the Wye, and, alas, alas, she thought of Arthur Fletcher. Nevertheless, come what might, she would do her duty, even though it might call upon her to sit at dinner with Mr. Parker three days in the week.
"I'm not going just at present to tell you much about my affairs, and yet I expect you to do what I ask you. I don't suppose you doubt my ability to raise £750." "Oh, dear, no," said Sexty, who had been looked at and who had not borne the inspection well. "And I don't suppose you would refuse me even if I were hard up, as you call it."
Parker's very small office there was a smaller office in which there were a safe, a small rickety Pembroke table, two chairs, and an old washing-stand with a tumbled towel. Lopez led the way into this sanctum as though he knew the place well, and Sexty Parker followed him. "Beastly day, isn't it?" said Sexty. "Yes, a nasty east wind." "Cutting one in two, with a hot sun at the same time.
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