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Updated: June 17, 2025
Treffry had just finished dinner, pushed the little table back, and was sitting in his chair, with his glasses on his nose, reading the Tines. Christian touched his forehead with her lips. "Glad to see you, Chris. Your stepfather's out to dinner, and I can't stand your aunt when she's in one of her talking moods bit of a humbug, Chris, between ourselves; eh, isn't she?" His eyes twinkled.
He dropped his head back on the pillows, and stretching out his hand, repeated wistfully: "Take my word for it, my dear, he's not the man for you." Christian, staring at the wall beyond, said quietly: "I can't take any one's word for that." "Ah!" muttered Mr. Treffry, "you're obstinate enough, but obstinacy isn't strength.
The dead gold of her hair gleamed in the doorway. Mr. Treffry raised himself upon his elbow. "Give us one more, for luck!" Greta ran back. "I love you very much!" she said, and kissing him, backed slowly, then, turning, flew out like a bird. Mr. Treffry fixed his eyes on the shut door. After many days of hot, still weather, the wind had come, and whirled the dust along the parched roads.
He had not even succeeded in out-living his palate the famous palate that in the fifties men swore by, and speaking of him, said: "Forsyte's the best palate in London!" The palate that in a sense had made his fortune the fortune of the celebrated tea men, Forsyte and Treffry, whose tea, like no other man's tea, had a romantic aroma, the charm of a quite singular genuineness.
Yr. aff. brother, NICLS. TREFFRY." "Dominique has a carriage here," said Mrs. Decie. "You will have nice time to catch the train. Give my love to your uncle. You must take Barbi with you, I insist on that." She rose from her chair and held Christian's hand: "My dear! You look very tired very! Almost ill. I don't like to see you look like that. Come!"
But how can we know truth, unless we know what is at the root of it?" "I think," murmured Greta, sotto voce, "you see one way and he sees another because you are not one person." "Of course!" said Christian impatiently, "but why " A sound of humming interrupted her. Nicholas Treffry was coming from the house, holding the Times in one hand, and a huge meerschaum pipe in the other.
His head was whirling, and the next thing he remembered was a tree walking at him, turning round, yellow from the roots up; everything seemed yellow, even his own feet. Somebody opposite to him was jumping up and down, a grey bear with a hat Mr. Treffry! He cried: "Ha-alloo!" And the figure seemed to fall and disappear....
Christian went back to her letter in the other room, and had written these words, when the gong summoned her to dinner: "I'm like a leaf in the wind, I put out my hand to one thing, and it's seized and twisted and flung aside. I want you I want you; if I could see you I think I should know what to do " The rain drove with increasing fury. The night was very black. Nicholas Treffry slept heavily.
Decie, thrusting her pale eyes close to it, murmured: "Charming!" Mr. Treffry took it in his forgers. "Rum little toad! Cost a pot of money, I expect!" He eyed Harz doubtfully. They went into the next room now, and Herr Paul, taking Greta's bandage, transferred it to his own eyes.
Harz saw Mr. Nicholas Treffry in a long, whitish dust-coat; his Italian servant, perched behind, was holding to the seat-rail, with a nervous grin on his dark face. 'Certainly, Harz thought, 'there's no getting away from these people this morning they are everywhere.
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