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"You got a bad attack of Peteiro. That was what was the matter with you." "You think that every one's a funk like yourself," said Stanning. "Pity they aren't," said Linton; "we should do rather well down at Aldershot. And he wasn't such a terror after all, Sheen, was he? You beat him in two and a half rounds, didn't you?
"Excuse me," he said to Mortimer, "I had forgotten I had to ring up Stanning!" "Oh, dear," said Mortimer from his place on the hearth rug where he was warming his coat tails in front of the fire, "isn't that unfortunate? I wish I had known! Tut, tut, how annoying for you!" The telephone seemed quite dead. "I don't understand!" said Desmond to Mortimer. "What's annoying?"
The rector of Mount Stanning, perhaps, or the doctor; some important person at least." If she could have gone out into the leafless avenues, or onto the high road beyond them; if she could have gone so far as that hill upon which she had so lately parted with Phoebe, she would have gladly done so.
Sheen was just making something more or less like sense out of an involved passage of Nikias' speech, in which that eminent general himself seemed to have only a hazy idea of what he was talking about, when the door opened. He looked up, expecting to see Drummond, but it was Stanning.
Though Stanning was the only one of his rivals whom he feared, and though he was known to be taking very little trouble over the matter, it was best to run as few risks as possible. Stanning was one of those people who produce great results in their work without seeming to do anything for them.
After all, it was a judgment on the house for harbouring such a specimen as Sheen. In Seymour's there was tumult and an impromptu indignation meeting. Stanning had gone to work scientifically.
From time to time his father went up to London on matters connected with business, leaving him alone in the house. On these occasions Mitchell the younger would write to Stanning, with whom when at school he had been on friendly terms; and Stanning, breaking out of his house after everybody had gone to bed, would make his way to the Mitchell residence, and spend a pleasant hour or so there.
" about disgracing the house." "By getting the Gotford, you know, Sheen," explained Linton. "Clayton thinks that work's a bad habit, and ought to be discouraged." Clayton glared, and looked at Stanning. He was not equal to the task of tackling Linton himself. Stanning interposed. "Don't rot, Linton. We haven't much time as it is." "Sorry," said Linton.
As a rule in stories the person who owns that he is afraid gets unlimited applause and adulation, and feels a glow of conscious merit. But with Sheen it was otherwise. The admission made him if possible, more uncomfortable than he had been before. "Mitchell will be sick," said Stanning. Sheen said nothing. Stanning changed the subject. "Well, at anyrate," he said, "give us some tea.
"There were no lives lost in the fire at Mount Stanning?" "None." "I am glad of that." "The landlord of the house, Marks, was very terribly burned, and lies in a precarious state at his mother's cottage; but he may recover." "I am glad of that I am glad no life was lost. Good-night, Mr. Audley." "I shall ask to see you for half an hour's conversation in the course of to-morrow, my lady."
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