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Horace did, he wrapped with alacrity and Peter showed him how to hold the string. "You come along with me, Weatheral," Mr. Croker commanded. Horace took his gum out of his cuff and made dark prognostication as to what was probably to be done to Peter. What Peter thought was that he should probably become very unpopular with his fellow clerks.
Weatheral; he thinks he can use you." Two weeks later when he came back rested from Bloombury, Peter found himself visible to at least ten persons, all of whom pertained to the boarding-house of the exclusive Mrs.
Weatheral walking with his mother in the back pasture with his arm about her, and was slightly shocked by it, for though it was thought highly commendable in him to have paid off the mortgage and managed a silk dress for her and Ellen besides, Bloombury was not habituated to a lively expression of family affection.
On such occasions when Peter and Mrs. Merrithew talked apart, the good lady who got on excellently with the rich Mr. Weatheral grew more than communicative on the subject of Savilla Dassonville. It was not that she talked of the girl so much nor so freely, but that she left him with the sense of her own exasperation at the whole performance.
Weatheral, that is not so bad, and if I were you, when I had occasion to speak of it I would say, not 'I am paying a mortgage, that is dead work, Mr. Weatheral, but 'I am buying a farm. It goes easier so." "Thank you, sir, I'll remember." He supposed his employer was done with him, but as he turned to go he heard his name again. "You will report to our Mr. Croker when you return, Mr.
Mr. Weatheral had some papers which Lessing had sent him to acknowledge there, and it was a piece of the morning's performance, when he had come back from that business, to find that the meeting had taken on from some mutual discovery of the captain's and Mrs.
Weatheral, I've seen a power of young folks, comin' and goin', in my business and it don't pay for 'em to get too stodgy like. They need livenin' up." She hung upon the door as Peter waited for her to go. "Miss Havens is a nice girl," she ventured. Peter admitted it. "I've my mother and sister to think of," he told her, and presently he found he had told her a great deal more.
I knew you were from up country but I hardly dared to hope if you will permit me " He searched for his card which she accepted without looking at it. "You are Mr. Peter Weatheral, aren't you? Mrs. Merrithew thought she recognized you yesterday." "Is that why she glared at me so? But anyway I am obliged to her, though I haven't vestige of a recollection of her." "She didn't suppose you had.
"If you'd only thought to come down in the motor yourself, sir " the chauffeur reproached him. The truth was that Peter hadn't a car of his own and Gilmore knew it. There was an electric runabout which had gone down to Bloombury with Ellen, and a serviceable roadster which was part of the office equipment, but the rich Mr. Weatheral had never taken the pains to own a private car.
"Giuseppe," Weatheral demanded as he stepped out of the gondola at the hotel landing, "how much do I pay you?" "Sixty francs, Signore." Peter had no doubt the extra ten was divided between his own man and the gondolier, but he was not thinking of that. "I have a very short memory," he said, "and I have told the Signora and the Signorina forty francs.
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