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"Where shall I tell him to go to, sir?" the policeman asked as he closed the door. "Back to Stephano's!" Mr. Parker ordered. We glided down into the Strand. Mr. Parker glanced at his watch. "We shall just about make those grilled cutlets," he remarked. "Gives you kind of an appetite this sort of thing! Say, what's the matter with you, Mr. Walmsley?" "Oh, nothing particular!" I answered.
You know a thing is going to amuse and excite you. Beyond that you do not think." "But in this case," I persisted, "I think it is your duty to think for your daughter's sake." Eve flashed upon me the first angry glance I had seen from her. "I think," she decided coldly, "it is not worth while discussing this matter with Mr. Walmsley. We are too far apart in our ideas.
Just as I was starting to go out the telephone bell rang. I took up the receiver. It was Eve's voice. "Is that Mr. Walmsley?" "It is," I admitted. "How are you, Eve?" "Quite well, thank you." "Still in London?" "Certainly. Would you like to come and have tea with me?" "Rather!" I replied enthusiastically. "Where are you?" "Hiding!" "That's all right," I replied. "I shan't give it away.
He has been brought up among a different class of people and in a different way. Besides, he misses the chief point. If I weren't an adventuress, Mr. Walmsley, I might have to become a typist and daddy might have to serve in a shop. Don't you think that we'd rather live really live, mind even for a week or two of our lives, than spend dull years, as we have done, upon the treadmill?"
Young men, however, may be pardoned for such blunders if they are not repeated, and Johnson, though he seems to have retained a fondness for his unlucky performance, never indulged in play writing after leaving Lichfield. The best thing connected with the play was Johnson's retort to his friend Walmsley, the Lichfield registrar.
"I only suggested the other places because I thought Miss Parker might like a change." We drove to Stephano's. It struck me that Luigi's greeting was scarcely so cordial as usual. He piloted us, however, to the table usually occupied by Mr. Parker. On the way he took the opportunity of drawing me a little apart. "Mr. Walmsley, sir," he said, "can you tell me anything about Mr.
To my great relief Eve made no spoken objection to my inclusion in the party. When at last we left a large and handsome motor car was drawn up outside waiting for us. "A taxicab," Mr. Parker explained, "is of no use to me of no more use than a hansom cab. I have to keep a car in order to slip about quietly. Now in what part of London shall we look for a gambling hell, Mr. Walmsley?
"I am so sorry," she said as she shook hands with a very influential but very doubtful voter of the farmer class, "but I don't know anything about English politics; so I can't talk to you about it as I'd like to. But you know I am going to marry Mr. Walmsley and come to live here, and it would be so nice to feel that all my friends had voted for him. If you have a few minutes to spare, Mr.
She looked at me however; and as I watched her eyes grow softer I suddenly held out my hand, and for a moment she suffered hers to rest in it. Then she drew away a little. She was still looking at me steadfastly; but something that had seemed to me inimical had gone from her expression. "Mr. Walmsley," she said slowly, "I want to tell you I think you are making a mistake.
Walmsley," Captain Bannister continued, "that some portion of your sympathy, at any rate, as an English gentleman of social distinction, will be with us in this matter. The affair we were content to let drop against Mr. Parker, the adventurer, we feel it our duty to pursue against Mr. Bundercombe, the millionaire."
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