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"A Mr John Eames, Mrs Van Siever," said Mrs Broughton, whispering across the front of Mr Musselboro. "He is private secretary to Lord Lord Lord I forget who. Some one of the Ministers, I know. And he had a great fortune left him the other day by Lord Lord Lord somebody else." "All among the lords, I see," said Mrs Van Siever.
I need hardly tell you that my purse shall be yours if you want it." But just at that moment she did not want his purse, nor must it be supposed that she wanted to run away with him and to leave her husband to fight the battle alone with Mrs Van Siever.
Jael might have killed Captain Sisera in his sleep, for which, by-the-by, she ought to have been hung, and she might possibly have done it with a hammer and a nail. But she could not have driven it through, and staked him to the ground." "I've warrant enough for putting it into a picture, at any rate. My Jael there is intended for Miss Van Siever." "Miss Van Siever! Well, it is like her.
"I certainly think you could invest your money better, Mrs Van Siever. But if the thing is to be sold at all, that is my price. I've thought that there was some justice in your demand that it should be destroyed, and therefore I have destroyed it." Mrs Van Siever had been standing on the same spot ever since she had entered the room, and now she turned round to leave the room.
Yes, he thought she would do as Jael; and if Mrs Van Siever would throw him a sugar-plum, for he would want the sugar-plum, seeing that any other result was out of the question, the thing might be done. Such was the idea of Mr Conway Dalrymple respecting Miss Van Siever, before he led her down to dinner. At first he found it hard to talk to her. She answered him, and not with monosyllables.
"Look here, Musselboro; if you're going to throw me over, just tell me so, and let us begin fair." "I'm not going to throw you over. I've always been on the square with you. Why don't you trust me out and out, and then I could do a deal better for you. You ask me now about your money. I don't know about your money, Mrs Van Siever. How am I to know anything about your money, Mrs Van Siever?
I have thought about it much, too much perhaps, and I know that I am right. Miss Van Siever has beauty and wealth and intellect, and I think that she would appreciate the love of such a man as you are. Now go." And Mrs Dobbs Broughton, standing upright, pointed to the door.
He's been at it more or less all his life. I don't suppose he ever missed a Derby or an Oaks, or the cup at Ascot, or the Goodwood in his life." "He'll have to miss them before long, I'm thinking," said Mrs Van Siever. "And as to not cashing up, you must remember, Mrs Van Siever, that ten per cent. won't come in quite as regularly as four or five.
If your money was in my name I could keep a hand on it; but as it is not I can do nothing. I can see that what is put out is put out fairly well; and when I think of it, Mrs Van Siever, it is quite wonderful that we've lost so little. It has been next to nothing. That has been my doing; and that's about all I can do." "You must know whether he has used my money for his own purposes or not."
He dreaded it, not because he did not like the woman, but from a conviction that she was going to make some comparison between herself and Clara Van Siever. In his ordinary humour he liked a little pretence at romance, and was rather good at that sort of love-making which in truth means anything but love.
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