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Prohack was extremely happy; and Sissie too, in so far as concerned the chat with her father, was extremely happy. They adored each other, and they adored the awful woman laid low with a headache. Sissie's hat and cloak, which she had dropped carelessly on a chair, slipped to the floor, the hat carried away by the cloak. Mr. Prohack rose and picked them up, took them out of the room, and returned.
He might have gone out and paid the fare for her, but he stayed where he was, in the doorway, thinking with beatific relief that after all nothing had "happened" in the family. "Ah!" he said, in the most ordinary, complacent, quite undisturbed tone, "I was just beginning to wonder where you'd got to. We've been back about five minutes, Sissie and I, and Sissie's gone to bed.
Prohack was convinced that Sissie, in addition to being an indescribably heartless daughter, was a perfect fool hoodwinked by a perfect ass, and that Ozzie's motive in the affair was not solely or chiefly admiration for Sissie, but admiration of the great fortune which, he had learnt, had fallen into the lap of Sissie's father.
"Believe me, I am profoundly aware of having been an object of it." Final shake of the hand. All this meant that Heyst understood in a proper sense the little Sissie's periodic appearance in sight of his hermitage. "He's a genuine gentleman," Davidson said to us. "I was really sorry when he went ashore." We asked him where he had left Heyst. "Why, in Sourabaya where else?"
Got two strings to her bow; that's where the trouble comes in. Me and another fellow. She likes me for love and the other fellow for money. Now, don't you come and tell me that YOU are the other fellow." "I have certainly never aspired to the young lady's hand," I answered, cautiously. "But don't you know your rival's name, then?" "That's Sissie's blooming cleverness.
Some of Ozzie's wondrous trousers hung from stretchers behind the door, and the inference was that these had been displaced from the wardrobe in favour of Sissie's frocks. It was all highly curious and somewhat pathetic; and Mr. Prohack, contemplating, became anew a philosopher as he realised that the tiny apartment was the true expression of his daughter's individuality and volition.
Prohack hated the place, and at once determined to fight powerfully against Sissie's declared intention of starting married life in her husband's bachelor-flat, for the sake of economy. He would force the pair, if necessary, to accept from him a flat rent-free, or he would even purchase for them one of those bijou residences of which he had heard tell.
My aim has always been to keep my life simple, and I succeeded very well perhaps too well until I inherited money. I don't mind money, but I do mind complications. I don't want a large house because it means complications. I desire Sissie's happiness, but I hate weddings. I desire to be looked after, but I hate strange servants.
Prohack to make it. They knew, at second-hand through a friend of Viola Ridle's, that Sissie was regularly active at the studio; also Sissie had had the effrontery to send a messenger for some of her clothes without even a note! The situation was incredible, and waxed daily in incredibility. Sissie's behaviour could not possibly be excused.
I MUST have my comforts. Love in a cottage is all very well in its way; but who's to pay for the fizz, Reggie? That's her refinement, don't you see? Sissie's awfully refined. She was brought up with the tastes and habits of a lady." "Clearly so," I answered. "Both her literary style and her liking for champagne abundantly demonstrate it!"
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