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Twyning repeated "Let's" and nodded and left the room. Immediately he opened the door again and reappeared. "I say, you won't say anything to Jonah, of course?" Sabre smiled grimly. "I'm going to." Again the darkening. "Dash it, that's not quite playing the game, is it?" "Rot, Twyning. Fortune's made me a promise, and I'm going to ask if he has any reason for withdrawing it, that's all.
"The rotten thing is that he's turned it down. At least practically has. He " He told her of the Twyning and Fortune incident. "Pretty rotten of old Fortune, don't you think?" "Old fiend!" said Nona. "Old trout!" Sabre laughed. "Good word, trout. The men here all say he's like a whale. They call him Jonah," and he told her why. She laughed gaily. "Marko! How disgusting you are! But I'm sorry.
I told you long ago that I think every man's his own judge, and sole judge, in this business." Twyning always retracted when Sabre showed signs of becoming roused. "Ah, well, what does it matter? He's gone now. He'll be in this precious khaki to-night. No one can point at him now." He drew out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes slowly. He stared inimically at Sabre. "I'll tell you one thing, Sabre.
He was fair-haired and complexioned, good-looking in a sharp-featured way, a juvenile edition of his father in a different colouring. Mr. Fortune, still stroking the whale-like front, produced further pleasantry from it. "Yes, with Blade and Parson. Twyning here has snatched him from the long arm of the law before he has had time to develop the long jaw of the legal shark.
Twyning didn't tell me. It came out quite indirectly in the course of something I was saying to him. I doubt if he knows that I know even. I inferred it. It seems I inferred correctly." There flashed through Mr. Fortune's mind a poignant regret that, this being the case, he had not denied it. He said, "I am exceedingly glad to hear it.
"I'll look in presently." "Righto, old man. Come along, Harold." At the door he turned and said, "Oh, by the way. I want you to show Harold through the work of this side of the business a bit later on." Sabre looked quickly at him. "You want me to?" Twyning flushed darkly. "Well, he may as well get the hang of the whole business, mayn't he? That's what I mean." "Oh, certainly he should.
And the map itself was extraordinarily reassuring: as Twyning showed his fingers covering the whole of the belligerent countries while the Germans were delivering all their power down here, in Belgium, the Russians simply nipped in here and would be threatening Berlin before those fools knew where they were! He thought, "By Jove, yes." "And granted," said Mr. Fortune Mr.
"Oh oh, right-o," said Twyning; and to himself when the door closed, "Funked speaking to him!" Arrived again in his room, Sabre dropped into his chair. In his eyes was the look that had been in them when he had tried to explain to Mr. Fortune about the books, what Mr. Fortune had confessed he found a little beyond him.
Bright, had given a short laugh and said, "Hullo, you seem to have been thinking a lot about the fair Effie!" The kind of laugh and the kind of remark that Sabre hated and he gave a slight gesture which Twyning well knew meant that he hated it. This was what Twyning called "stuck-uppishness" and equally hated, and he chose words expressive of his resentment, the class insistence.
Old Bright pretty naturally thinks his daughter has gone back to the man who is responsible for her ruin, and this Twyning person who's a partner, by the way wrote to Sabre and told him that, although he personally didn't believe it 'not for a moment, old man, he wrote still Sabre would appreciate the horrible scandal that had arisen, and would appreciate the fact that such a scandal could not be permitted in a firm like theirs with its high and holy Church connections.
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