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"And not Wiggleswick?" One of his rare smiles passed across his face. "I think Wiggleswick will be upset." Emmy laughed again. "What a funny household it will be Wiggleswick and Madame Bolivard! It will be lovely!" Septimus reflected for an anxious moment. "Do you know, dear," he said diffidently, "I've dreamed of something all my life I mean ever since I left home.

She took it gently, in a revulsion of feeling, kissed it, and, as he turned, flung it from her. "Go, my dear; go. I'm not fit to talk to you. Yes, go. You oughtn't to be here; you ought to be in England in your comfortable home with Wiggleswick and your books and inventions. You're too good for me, and I'm hateful. I know it, and it drives me mad."

"But I did put my thoughts into the form of a compliment." "Zora," said he, "if I fell below what I want to appear in your eyes, I should lose the dearest dream of all." In the evening came Septimus to Penton Court to discuss the new scheme with Sypher. Wiggleswick, with the fear of Zora heavy upon him, had laid out his master's dinner suit, and Septimus had meekly put it on.

"He reads the police reports. I take in Reynolds and the News of the World and the illustrated Police News for him, and he cuts them out and gums them in a scrap book. But I think I'm happier without Wiggleswick. He interferes with my guns." "By the way," said Zora, "you talked about guns the other evening. What have you got to do with guns?"

Dix's most intimate friend, doesn't agree with you." "The ass will agree with the sage only in the millennium," said Rattenden. But Zora was not satisfied with the professional philosopher's presentation of the affair. She sought Wiggleswick, whom she found before a blazing fire in the sitting-room, his feet on the mantelpiece, smoking a Havana cigar.

"Of course, of course," said Septimus hurriedly. "I was thinking of the people who hadn't." Wiggleswick approached his master's bedside, with a mysteriously confidential air. "Don't you think we're all cosy and comfortable here, sir?" "Yes," said Septimus dubiously. "Well, I for one have nothing to complain of. The vittles is good, and one sleeps warm, and one has one's beer and 'baccy regular.

As there was an outhouse at the end of the garden which he could use as a workshop, his principal desideratum in a residence, he obeyed her readily. She then bought his furniture, plate, and linen, and a complicated kitchen battery over whose uses Wiggleswick scratched a bewildered head.

I was once in the army in the band." "Mr. Dix told me that you had been in the band," said Zora with all her graciousness, so as to atone for the smile. "You played that instrument in the corner." "I did, ma'am," said Wiggleswick. Zora looked down at the point of her umbrella on the floor.

Some queer corner of his brain had assimilated a marvelous knowledge of field artillery, and Zora was amazed at the extent of his technical library, which Wiggleswick had overlooked in his statement of the salvage from the burned-down house at Shepherd's Bush.

Even while keeping Emmy's secret from Zora, he regarded it as a romantic and even dainty deceit. Zora, seeing him happy with his guns and Wiggleswick and Emmy, applauded herself mightily as a contriver of good. Her mother also put ideas into her head. From the drawing-room window they once saw Emmy and Septimus part at the little front gate. They had evidently returned from a walk.

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