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For even as their train ran into the station, a mighty rumbling was heard, there was a shouting overhead, the guard stood astonished on the platform, and Phipps, thrusting his head out of the window, cried, "There he goes!" and sprang out of the carriage. Mrs. Milton, following in alarm, just saw it. From Widgery it was hidden.
He was finding Widgery stiff reading. He had just got to the bit about Raptu Haeredis, which, as of course you know, is a writ for taking away an heir holding insocage. Sir Mallaby looked at his watch. "Well, I'll have to be going. See you later, Sam." "Good-bye."
So soon as we get there, Phipps must inquire at the chief hotels to see if any one answering to her description has lunched there." "Oh, I'LL inquire," said Phipps. "Willingly. I suppose you and Widgery will just hang about " He saw an expression of pain on Mrs. Milton's gentle face, and stopped abruptly. "No," said Dangle, "we shan't HANG ABOUT, as you put it.
And you've been looking at me as if I were a leper or something the Pure Food Committee had condemned. Why? That's what I ask you," said Sam, warming up. This he fancied, was the way Widgery would have tackled a troublesome client. "Why? Answer me that!" Sam rapped sharply on the desk. "Be careful, sir. Be very careful!" He knew that this was what lawyers always said.
"A young gent, sir," he said, "very free with his money. Give the name of Beaumont." He proceeded to some rambling particulars, and was cross-examined by Widgery on the plans of the young couple. "Havant! Where's Havant?" said Phipps. "I seem to remember it somewhere." "Was the man tall?" said Mrs. Milton, intently, "distinguished looking? with a long, flaxen moustache? and spoke with a drawl?"
This noise is a terrible nuisance, isn't it." "You're a good girl," said Mr. Bennett. "That's right!" said Sir Mallaby Marlowe. "Work while you're young, Sam, work while you're young." He regarded his son's bent head with affectionate approval. "What's the book to-day?" "Widgery on Nisi prius Evidence," said Sam, without looking up. "Capital!" said Sir Mallaby.
That first book of mine I do not go back upon a word of it, mind, but it has been misunderstood, misapplied." "It has," said Widgery, trying to look so deeply sympathetic as to be visible in the dark. "Deliberately misunderstood." "Don't say that," said the lady. "Not deliberately. I try and think that critics are honest. After their lights. I was not thinking of critics.
Phipps sat on his bed for some time examining, with equal disgust, a collar he would have thought incredible for Sunday twenty-four hours before. Mrs. Milton fell a-musing on the mortality of even big, fat men with dog-like eyes, and Widgery was unhappy because he had been so cross to her at the station, and because so far he did not feel that he had scored over Dangle.
Many more things are inevitable than you fancy." "We shall see at once," said Widgery, at the window. "Here comes Phipps. For my own part " "Phipps!" said Mrs. Milton. "Is he hurrying? Does he look " She rose in her eagerness, biting her trembling lip, and went towards the window. "No news," said Phipps, entering. "Ah!" said Widgery. "None?" said Dangle. "Well," said Phipps.
"There is nothing to do until we get to Chichester," said Dangle. "Nothing." "Nothing," said Widgery, and aside in her ear: "You really ate scarcely anything, you know." "Their trains are always late," said Phipps, with his fingers along the edge of his collar. Dangle, you must understand, was a sub-editor and reviewer, and his pride was to be Thomas Plantagenet's intellectual companion.
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