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As a young man he had sown many a wild oat; but he had also worked and made money in business; he had, in fact, burned the candle at both ends; but he had never been unready to do his fellows a good turn. He had a passion for driving, and his reckless method of pursuing this art had caused him to be nicknamed: "The notorious Treffry."
"Aha!" he said to Harz: "how goes the picture?" and he lowered himself into a chair. "Better to-day, Uncle?" said Christian softly. Mr. Treffry growled. "Confounded humbugs, doctors!" he said. "Your father used to swear by them; why, his doctor killed him made him drink such a lot of stuff!" "Why then do you have a doctor, Uncle Nic?" asked Greta. Mr. Treffry looked at her; his eyes twinkled.
Thinking of the drive and their last parting, Harz felt sorry and ashamed. Suddenly Christian came into the room; she stood for a moment looking at him; then sat down. "Chris!" said Mr. Treffry reproachfully. She shook her head, and did not move; mournful and intent, her eyes seemed full of secret knowledge. Mr. Treffry spoke: "I've no right to blame you, Mr.
About three o'clock a telegram came for Christian, containing these words: "All right; self returns to-morrow. Treffry." After reading it she put on her hat and went out, followed closely by Greta, who, when she thought that she would not be sent away, ran up from behind and pulled her by the sleeve. "Let me come, Chris I shall not talk." The two girls walked on together.
He seemed to suffer greatly; but did not complain. They had reached the pass at last, and the unchecked sunlight was streaming down with a blinding glare. "Jump up!" Mr. Treffry cried out. "We'll make a finish of it!" and he gave the reins a jerk. The horses flung up their heads, and the bleak pass with its circling crown of jagged peaks soon slipped away.
We had not gone far when John Ford and Dan Treffry came into the lane. Our friend seemed a little disconcerted, but soon recovered himself. We met in the middle of the lane, where there was hardly room to pass. John Ford, who looked very haughty, put on his pince-nez and stared at Pearse. "Good-day!" said Pearse; "fine weather! I've been up to ask Pasiance to come for a sail.
The fourth quarter of this Villa was occupied by Nicholas Treffry, whose annual sojourn out of England perpetually surprised himself.
"I have come for her," he said; "I can make my living enough for both of us. But I can't wait." "Why?" Harz made no answer. Mr. Treffry boomed out again: "Why? Isn't she worth waiting for? Isn't she worth serving for?" "I can't expect you to understand me," the painter said. "My art is my life to me.
Christian found her things packed, and the two servants waiting. In a few minutes they were driving to the station. She made Dominique take the seat opposite. "Well?" she asked him. Dominique's eyebrows twitched, he smiled deprecatingly. "M'mselle, Mr. Treffry told me to hold my tongue." "But you can tell me, Dominique; Barbi can't understand."
"I think a lot while I lie here," Mr. Treffry went on; "nothing much else to do. What I ask myself is this: What do you know about what's best for you? What do you know of life? Take it or leave it, life's not all you think; it's give and get all the way, a fair start is everything." Christian thought: 'Will he never see? Mr. Treffry went on: "I get better every day, but I can't last for ever.
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