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I ought to have told you when he went away, but I was thinking of things." "So I was thinking of things," said Stemm, as he very slowly made his way into the other room, and, climbing up a set of steps which stood there, pulled down from an upper shelf a tin box, and with it a world of dust.
At nine o'clock precisely he found himself seated with Sir Thomas, all among the books in Southampton Buildings. "Perhaps you'll have a cup of tea," said Sir Thomas. "Stemm, give us some tea." Ralph waited till the tea was handed to him and Stemm was gone. Then he told his story. He told it very fairly as against himself.
"What does it matter, Joseph?" said Sir Thomas. "It does matter when you say I knowed. I didn't know, nor I couldn't know. There's the key anyhow." "You can go now, Joseph," said Sir Thomas. "Good night, Sir Thomas," said Stemm, retiring slowly, "but I didn't know, Sir Thomas, nor I couldn't know."
Sir Thomas, who regarded as a desecration the entrance of one such man as Mr. Trigger into his private room, and who was particularly anxious not to fall into any intimacy with Mr. Griffenbottom, was driven to consent, and at one o'clock on the 29th, Stemm was forced to admit the deputation. The deputation from Percycross consisted of Mr. Trigger, Mr. Spicer, and Mr.
But he had not known it, and had strayed away, and had ventured to think that he could think, and had been ambitious. And now he found himself stranded in the mud of personal condemnation, and that so late in life, that there remained to him no hope of escape. Whew-to-to; whew-to-to; whew, to-whew. "Stemm, why do you let that brute go on with his cursed flute?"
Nothing had as yet been done as to the constructing of those cases which he so suddenly ordered to be made for his books; and, indeed, Stemm had resolved to take the order as meaning nothing.
Neefit, not at all understanding why he was called Trigger, did walk in. Stemm, opening the door of his master's sanctum, announced Mr. Trigger. Neefit advanced into the middle of the room. Sir Thomas, with some solicitude as to the adjustment of his arm, rose to greet his agent from Percy cross. "This isn't Mr. Trigger," said Sir Thomas.
There was no expression of positive displeasure in his voice, but it was understood by them all, by the daughter, by the cousin, by old Stemm, and by Sir Thomas himself, that such a visit as this was always to be regarded more or less as an intrusion. However, he kissed them both, and handed them chairs, and was more than usually civil to them.
"I suppose you must go on now as your hand is in," continued Stemm. "I don't know that at all," said Sir Thomas. "You'll find as you must. There ain't no way out of it; not now as you are the sitting member." "I am not going to ruin myself, Stemm, for the sake of a seat in Parliament." "I don't know how that may be, Sir Thomas. I hope not, Sir Thomas.
But Neefit, having made good his point so far, did not intend to be dislodged without a struggle on his own part. "I've something to say to Sir Thomas about Mr. Newton, as I wants to say very particular." "You can't say it now," said Stemm. "Oh, but I can," said Neefit, "and it won't take three minutes." "Wouldn't another day do for it, as I am particularly busy now?" pleaded Sir Thomas.
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