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Tembarom's dressmaker friend also proffered information. "I know him myself," she said, "and he's a real nice gentle-manlike young man. He's not a bit like Biker. He doesn't think he knows everything. He came to me from Mrs. Munsberg, just to ask me the names of fashionable materials. He said it was more important than a man knew till he found out" Miss Stuntz chuckled.
Palliser treated him to the far from pleasing smile again. "But it's quite impossible at present?" he suggested. "Excitement is not good for him, and all that sort of thing. You want time to think it over." Tembarom's slowly uttered answer, spoken as if he were still considering the matter, was far from being the one he had expected.
Tembarom's heart, as he believed at the time, jumped into his throat. "What do you think, Mr. Galton?" he asked. "It isn't a thing to think about," was Galton's answer. "It's a thing I must be sure of." "Well," said Tembarom, "if you give it to me, I'll put up a mighty hard fight before I fall down."
He looked puzzled for a moment, and then stooped quite naturally to pick it up. "I forgot it altogether. It's gone out," he remarked. "Have another," suggested Tembarom, moving the box nearer to him. "No, thank you." He rose and crossed the room to the wall of book- shelves. And Tembarom's eye was caught again by the fineness of movement and line the evening clothes made manifest.
Your air of ingenuous ignorance is the cleverest thing about you," which agreeable implication of the fact that he had been privately observant and impressed ought to have fetched the bounder if anything would. T. Tembarom's grin was no longer faint, but spread itself. Palliser's first impression was that he had "fetched" him.
"Sometimes they tried to sew on a button or so themselves, but oftener they went without. Men make poor work of sewing. It oughtn't to be expected of them." Hutchinson stopped and looked her and her mending over with a touch of curiosity. "Some of them's Tembarom's?" he asked. Little Ann held up a pair of socks. "These are. He does wear them out, poor fellow.
"I have not seen anything as delightful as Miss Temple Barholm for many a year," the duke said when Miss Alicia was called from the room and left them together. "Ain't she great?" was Tembarom's reply. "She's just great." "It's an exquisite survival of type," said the duke. "She belongs to my time, not yours," he added, realizing that "survival of type" might not clearly convey itself.
"No, no; he's not going. He'll stay here," she said soothingly. He had evidently not observed the packed and labeled trunks when he came in. He seemed suddenly to see them now, and rose in distress. "Whose are these? You said he wasn't going?" Ann took hold of his arm and led him to the corner. "They are not Mr. Tembarom's trunks," she explained. "They are father's and mine. Look on the labels.
"Yes, that is exactly what I thought," said Palliser. He had in fact thought a good deal and followed the thing up in a quiet, amateur way, though with annoyingly little result. Occasionally he had felt rather a fool for his pains, because he had been led to so few facts of importance and had found himself so often confronted by T. Tembarom's entirely frank grin.
Having finished one cigar he took another, and began to smoke it much more slowly than he had smoked his first. The slowness began to arrest Tembarom's attention. This was the smoking of a man who was either growing sleepy or sinking into deep thought, becoming oblivious to what he was doing. Sometimes he held the cigar absently between his strong, fine fingers, seeming to forget it.
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