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Cressage haughtily consented to paint Sir Jee's portrait on his usual conditions; namely, that the sitter should go to the little village in Bedfordshire where Cressage had his principal studio, and that the painting should be exhibited at the Royal Academy before being shown anywhere else. Sir Jee went to Bedfordshire and was rapidly painted, and he came back gloomy.
This tactic was no more lost on the Countess than it was on Denry. And the Countess foiled it at every instant. In truth, there existed between the Countess and Sir Jee a rather hot rivalry in philanthropy and the cultivation of the higher welfare of the district. He regarded himself, and she regarded herself, as the most brightly glittering star of the Five Towns.
All that remained of Sir Jee was his chair. The Mayor of Hanbridge looked round about, trying swiftly to make up his mind what was to be done, and Denry heard him whisper to another mayor for advice. "Shall I do it?" Denry whispered, and by at once rising relieved the Mayor from the necessity of coming to a decision. Impossible to say why Denry should have risen as he did, without any warning.
He was not much happier in recollecting the name of the vessel, except that there were two of them both ending, as he said, in "jee." Before long a Dutch seaman who spoke English was found on board, and through his interpretation Jack was able to give a rather more clear account of me than at first.
'Not in the Five Towns, I trust? Sir Jee remarked. 'No, said Smith shortly. 'The Five Towns is about sucked dry. The affair was arranged for Christmas Eve. 'Now, Sir Jee suggested, 'shall I draw you a plan of the castle, so that you can William Smith's face expressed terrific scorn. 'Do you suppose, he said, 'as I haven't had plans o' your castle ever since it was built?
The fine difference between them might be perceptible to the titled, and might properly be recognised by the titled when the titled were among themselves, but for the untitled such a difference ought not to exist and could not exist. Thus for Sir Jee there were two titled beings in the group the Countess and himself.
I can manage. Here spoke the philanthropist with his unshakable sense of justice. So Lady Dain departed, anxious and worried, having previously arranged something cold for Sir Jee in the dining-room, and instructed Callear about boiling the water for Sir Jee's tea on Christmas morning. Callear was the under-coachman and a useful odd man.
Sir Jee restrained his curiosity as long as he could, and when he could restrain it no more he rose and silently opened his bedroom window and put his head out into the nipping night air of Christmas. And by good fortune he saw the vast oblong of the picture, carefully enveloped in sheets, being passed by a couple of dark figures through the dining-room window to the garden outside.
"But I am not fool enough to think I am the only one. There are others." "Well, they are not freshmen, and I'll tell you that." "I don't know about that." "I do." "All right. Have it as you like it." "And you batted like a fiend. Twice at bat and two hits a two-bagger and a three-bagger." "A single and a three-bagger, if you please." "Well, what's the matter with that? Whee jiz mean jee whiz!
Every now and then the old mate, who was in very low spirits, would raise a lugubrious wail at the top of his voice of "Ai Khansaman Jee! Ai Khansaman Jee?"
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