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Not in cash, of course, but in shares that he could do something with and before he's done with it, I'm told, he's going to make twice that amount of money out of it. That'll show you what London is like." "Yes I suppose they do those things," remarked Tavender, vaguely. "Well my point is that perhaps I can do something or other with this concession of yours here.
But the other thing might have been so awkward and now it was all right! For an hour and more, till the fire burnt itself out and the guest's snoring became too active a nuisance, Thorpe sat lost in this congratulatory reverie. Then he rose, and sharply shaking Tavender into a semblance of consciousness, led him upstairs and put him to bed.
"I suppose you've got the papers? the concession and my transfer to you and all that?" he asked, casually. "Oh, yes," replied Tavender. He added, with a gleam of returning self-command "That's all I have got." "Let's see what was it you paid me? Three thousand eight hundred pounds, wasn't it?" Tavender made a calculation in mental arithmetic. "Yes, something like that.
The General, having been found by a boy and brought down, extended to his guests a hospitality which was none the less urbane for the evidences of surprise with which it was seasoned. He concealed so indifferently his inability to account for Tavender, that the anxious Thorpe grew annoyed with him, but happily Tavender's perceptions were less subtle.
"Extraor'nary thing," explained Tavender, beamingly, "he don't know no more about the whole affair than the man 'n the moon. I asked him today but he couldn't tell me anything about the business what it was I'd been sent for, or anything." "But he he knew you'd been sent for," Thorpe commented upon brief reflection. "Why, he sent the second cable himself " "What second cable?"
I'm entirely in finance on the Stock Exchange dealing in differences," he replied, with a serious face. The explanation seemed wholly acceptable to Tavender. He mused upon it placidly for a time, with his reverend head pillowed askew against the corner of the chair. Then he let his cigar drop, and closed his eyes.
You catch my point, don't you? There never was any such thing as a transfer of it to you. It's always been mine!" Tavender gave his benefactor a purblind sort of wink. "Always belonged to you? Why of course it did," he said cheerfully.
He put his feet up on the corner of the desk, and tipping back his chair, surveyed the discomfited Viscount impassively. He forbore even to smile. "So this swine of a Tavender came straight to you!" Lord Plowden had found words at last. As he spoke, he lifted his face, and made a show of looking the other in the eye.
So, since you came to grief through me, why shouldn't I do the fair thing, and put you back on your legs again?" Tavender, staring now at those shrunken legs of his, breathed heavily. The thing overwhelmed him. Once or twice he lifted his head and essayed to speak, but no speech came to his thin lips. He moistened them eventually with a long deliberate pull at his glass.
"One thing I'm rather sorry about," Tavender remarked, in apologetic parenthesis "I ought to have gone down and seen that brother-in-law of mine in Kent. He's been very good to me, and I'm not treating him very well. I wrote to tell him I was coming but since then I haven't had a minute to myself. However, I can write to him and explain how it happened. And probably I'll be over again sometime."
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