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Updated: June 13, 2025
But if it gives you any pleasure to behave like the juvenile lead in a melodrama, by all means do. Personally, I shouldn't have thought the game would be worth the candle. Your keen sense of honor, I understand you to say, will force you to pay your debt. It's an expensive luxury nowadays, Spennie. You mentioned the end of the week, I believe? That will suit me admirably.
"Spennie, who's this fellow Pitt?" "Jimmy Pitt? Pal of mine. One of the absolute. Ay, nutty to the core, good my lord. Ah, lov', could I bot tell " "Where did you meet him?" "London. Why?" "He and your sister seem pretty good friends." "I shouldn't wonder. Knew each other out in America. Bridge, bridge, ber-ridge, a capital game for two. Shuffle and cut and deal away, and let the lo-oser pay-ah.
The lake itself, with its island with the little boathouse in the centre, was a glimpse of fairyland. Mr. McEachern was not poetical, but he had secured as his private sanctum a room which commanded this view. He was sitting in this room one evening, about a week after the meeting between Spennie and Jimmy Pitt at the Savoy. "See, here, Jane," he was saying, "this is my point.
It might be that, if he disappeared later in the evening, people would wonder what had become of him. He lurked about until the last of the audience had taken their seats. As he was moving off through the hall, a hand fell upon his shoulder. Conscience makes cowards of us all. Spennie bit his tongue and leaped three inches into the air. "Hello, Charteris!" he said, gaspingly.
"Freshened everything up." Spennie did not appear to have noticed it. He seemed to be thinking of something else. His air was pensive and abstracted. The emotions of a man who has just proposed and been accepted are complex and overwhelming. A certain stunned sensation is perhaps predominant.
Her father's views on himself were no sealed book to him. Molly looked at him in surprise. "Didn't know?" she said. "Didn't I tell you the place belonged to father?" "What!" said Jimmy. "This house?" "Yes. Of course." "And by gad, I've got it. He has married Spennie Blunt's mother." "Yes." "Well, I'm surprised." Suddenly he began to chuckle. "What is it, Jimmy?"
On the other hand, it would be quite in keeping with the cheap substitute which served Spennie Blunt in place of a mind that he should have forgotten to mention some important turning. Jimmy sat down by the roadside. As he sat, there came to him from down the road the sound of a horse's feet, trotting. He got up. Here was somebody at last who would direct him. The sound came nearer.
A prolonged conversation with Lady Blunt always made him feel exactly as if he were being tied into knots. "All this," said Sir Thomas, as his nephew paused for breath, "is very, very characteristic of our dear Spennie." Our dear Spennie broke into a perspiration. "However," continued Sir Thomas, "there's room for either you or " "Pitt," said Jimmy. "P i double t." Sir Thomas bowed.
Jimmy's acquaintance with Spennie Blunt had developed rapidly in the few days following their first meeting. Spennie had called next morning to repay the loan, and two days later had invited Jimmy to come down to Shropshire with him. Which invitation, Jimmy, bored with London, had readily accepted. Spike he had decided to take with him in the role of valet.
"Go easy with the jewelry!" Jimmy was bending over Molly. Neither of them seemed to be aware of his lordship's presence. Spennie was the sort of person whose existence is apt to be forgotten. Jimmy had had a flash of intuition. For the first time, it had occurred to him that Mr. McEachern might have hinted to Molly something of his own suspicions. "Molly, dear," he said, "it isn't what you think.
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