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Once on his feet, old Heythorp said: "Give me a kiss. You'll have your satin tomorrow." Then looking at Bob Pillin, he remarked: "Going my way? I'll give you a lift." The young man, giving Phyllis one appealing look, answered dully: "Tha-anks!" and they went out together to the taxi.
It will be very easy for you to run down and give us a few hours now and then." "Tha-anks," said Capt. Barold. He was decently civil, if not enthusiastic, during the few remaining hours of his stay. He sauntered through the grounds with Lucia, who took charge of him in obedience to her grandmother's wish. He did not find her particularly troublesome when she was away from her ladyship's side.
Lady Theobald dropped her gray mitten, the steel needles falling upon the table with a clink. She rose to her feet at once, and met half-way the young man who had entered. "My dear Francis," she remarked, "I am exceedingly glad to see you at last," with a slight emphasis upon the "at last." "Tha-anks," said Capt. Barold, rather languidly. "You're very good, I'm sure."
You have made it livelier." "Tha-anks," he remarked. "You are most kind." "Oh!" she answered, "it's true. If it wasn't, I shouldn't say it. You and Mr. Burmistone and Mr. Poppleton have certainly made it livelier." He went home in such a bad humor that his host, who was rather happier than usual, commented upon his grave aspect at dinner.
Mr. Pillin, how do you do? Have you had tea? Won't you come to the drawing-room; or do you want to see my father?" "Tha-anks! I believe your father " And he thought: 'By Jove! the old chap is a caution! For old Heythorp was crossing the hall without having paid the faintest attention to his daughter. Murmuring again: "Tha-anks awfully; he wants to give me something," he followed.
She stared at the forest of chimney-tops without speaking, for several minutes, then suddenly turned towards him, speaking in what was evidently supposed to be a lifelike imitation of the English accent, as spoken by the Lady of the Manor. "Th-anks; aw-fly tha-anks! How varry kind! I shall be charmed. ... Too aw-fly sweet of you, don't-cher-know!" "That's all right!" laughed Guest, happily.
Will you have some tea?" "Tha-anks!" drawled Sir Francis, staring at her admiringly. "If it's not too much trouble " "Oh no!" said Thelma. "Why should it be?" And she rang the bell and gave the order. Sir Francis sank lazily back in an easy chair, and stroked his moustache slowly.
"Tha-anks; I'd like to cheer the old man up." The old man! Cheeky brat! And closing his eyes he relapsed into immobility. The tram wound and ground its upward way, and he mused.
"Tha-anks," drawled the young man. He was turning away to his new duties when a thought struck him. "Making a list?" he asked. "Yes. For my report." "Got a name with the initials I. O. W.?" Banneker ran through the roster in the pocket-ledger. "Not yet. Some one that's hurt?" "Don't know what became of her. Peach of a girl. Black hair, big, sleepy, black eyes with a fire in 'em. Dressed right.
Gefoozleme!" and other words which he could not catch. The little maid came running down. "Miss Phyllis says, sir, she'll be with you in a jiffy. And I was to tell you that Master Jock is loose, sir." Bob Pillin answered "Tha-anks," and passed into the drawing-room. He went to the bureau, took an envelope, enclosed the cheque, and addressing it: "Mrs. Larne," replaced it in his pocket.
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