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Treffry, putting on the brake, muttered apologetically: "A little out o'hand!" Suddenly with a headlong dive, the carriage swayed as if it would fly in pieces, slithered along, and with a jerk steadied itself. Harz lifted his voice in a shout of pure excitement. Mr. Treffry let out a short shaky howl, and from behind there rose a wail.
Then, position or not, money or no money, if she'll have you, I'll make it right for you." "I could not take your money." A kind of despair seemed suddenly to seize on Mr. Nicholas Treffry. He rose, and stood towering over them. "All my life " he said; but something seemed to click deep down in his throat, and he sank back in his seat. "Go!" whispered Christian, "go!" But Mr.
"Why," he said in a surprised voice, "it's Mr. Jolyon Forsyte! So it is! Haven't seen you, sir, for years. Dear me! Times aren't what they were. Why! you and your brother, and that auctioneer Mr. Traquair, and Mr. Nicholas Treffry you used to have six or seven stalls here regular every season. And how are you, sir? We don't get younger!"
Treffry leaned forward in his chair, rested his big hands on its arms, and stared at her. Chris! Here was a woman he did not know! His lips moved under the heavy droop of his moustache. The girl's face had suddenly grown white. She sank down on her knees, and laid her cheek against his hand. He felt it wet; and a lump rose in his throat.
"But," he went on with shaky emphasis, "there's the difference of blood, and that's a serious thing; and there's this anarch this political affair; and there's the sort of life, an' that's a serious thing; but what I'm coming to is this, Chris there's the man!" Christian drew away her hand. Mr. Treffry went on: "Ah! yes. I'm an old chap and fond of you, but I must speak out what I think.
Treffry growled, "is an ass!" "Paul," pursued Mrs. Decie, "is an element of danger in the situation; any ill-timed opposition of his might drive her to I don't know what. Christian is gentle, she is 'sympathetic' as they say; but thwart her, and she is as obstinate as.... "You or I! Leave her alone!" "I understand her character, but I confess that I am at a loss what to do." "Do nothing!"
But someone at the Club, after seeing him drive his greys up to the door he always drove grey horses, you got more style for the money, some thought had called him 'Four-in-hand Forsyte. The name having reached his ears through that fellow Nicholas Treffry, old Jolyon's dead partner, the great driving man notorious for more carriage accidents than any man in the kingdom Swithin had ever after conceived it right to act up to it.
Half an hour later Miss Naylor, carrying a candle, found her there fast asleep, with her head resting on the terrier's back, and tear stains on her cheeks.... Mrs. Decie presently came out, also carrying a candle, and went to her brother's room. She stood before his chair, with folded hands. "Nicholas, what is to be done?" Mr. Treffry was pouring whisky into a glass.
'I've a-done it, she says to me, 'Mums-I've a-done it, an' she laughed like a mad thing; and then, sir, she cried, an' kissed me, an' pusshed me thru the door. Gude Lard! What is 't she's a-done...?" It rained all the next day and the day after. About five o'clock yesterday the rain ceased; I started off to Kingswear on Hopgood's nag to see Dan Treffry.
Through the long window a little river of light shone out on the veranda tiles, and, flowing past, cut the garden in two. There was the sound of hurried footsteps, a rustling of draperies; Christian, running through the window, stood before him. Mr. Treffry dropped his paper, such a fury of passion and alarm shone in the girl's eyes. "Chris! What is it?" "Hateful!" "Chris!" "Oh! Uncle!
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