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He had not seen the name in years what on earth could Duncan Vyse have to say? He ran over the page and dropped it with a wondering exclamation, which the watchful Strett, re-entering, met by a tentative "Yes, sir?" "Nothing. Yes that is " Betton picked up the note. "There's a gentleman, a Mr. Vyse, coming to see me at ten." Strett glanced at the clock. "Yes, sir.
"He died himself a few years afterwards." "Three years." "He left you ten thousand pounds. What have you done with it?" "Mr. Heathcote, of Heathcote, Sons, and Vyse, was my solicitor." "Well?" I remembered that he had been away from England for several years. "The firm failed," I told him, "for a quarter of a million. Mr. Heathcote shot himself.
"Look here, Vyse I'm not sorry not altogether sorry this has happened!" He moved slowly across the room, and laid a friendly palm on Vyse's shoulder. "In a queer illogical way it evens up things, as it were. I did you a shabby turn once, years ago oh, out of sheer carelessness, of course about that novel of yours I promised to give to Apthorn.
The rush of correspondence evoked by Betton's earlier novel had produced nothing so personal, so exceptional as these communications. He had gulped the praise of "Diadems and Faggots" as undiscriminatingly as it was offered; now he knew for the first time the subtler pleasures of the palate. He tried to feign indifference, even to himself; and to Vyse he made no sign.
The latter view being more agreeable to his employer's self-esteem, the next step was to conclude that Vyse had not forgotten the episode of "The Lifted Lamp," and would naturally take a vindictive joy in any unfavourable judgments passed on his rival's work. This did not simplify the situation, for there was no denying that unfavourable criticisms preponderated in Betton's correspondence.
"It's from the young lady you've been writing to at Swazee Springs?" he asked at length. "It's from the young lady I've been writing to at Swazee Springs." "Well I suppose she's gone away," continued Vyse, rebuilding his countenance rapidly.
And of course it's no business of yours to supply any valid motive for this remarkable attention on my valet's part." Vyse cast on him a slanting glance. "If you've found that human conduct's generally based on valid motives !" "Well, outside of mad-houses it's supposed to be not quite incalculable." Vyse had an odd smile under his thin moustache.
He never suggested giving Eleanor a cup of tea. Dear Lucy, I am much worried, and I advise you to make a clean breast of his past behaviour to your mother, Freddy, and Mr. Vyse, who will forbid him to enter the house, etc. That was a great misfortune, and I dare say you have told them already. Mr. Vyse is so sensitive. I remember how I used to get on his nerves at Rome.
I know Miss Honeychurch only a little as time goes. Perhaps I oughtn't to have discussed her so freely with any one; certainly not with you." "You are conscious of having said something indiscreet?" Mr. Beebe pulled himself together. Really, Mr. Vyse had the art of placing one in the most tiresome positions. He was driven to use the prerogatives of his profession.
But Helen was now down in the dining room preparing a speech about political economy. At times her voice could be heard declaiming through the floor. "But Mr. Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy man, don't you think? Then there's Guy. That was a pitiful business. Besides" shifting to the general "every one is the better for some regular work." Groans. "I shall stick to it," she continued, smiling.
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