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Updated: August 14, 2024
"I'll meet you about half-past ten, Trafalgar Square by the lion that faces Whitehall; I must go back to Brockett's, have supper and get my things, and say good-bye. Then I'll join you ... half-past ten." "Peter boy, we'll have to rough it " "Oh! at last! Life's beginning. We'll soon get work, both of us where do you mean to go?"
These seven years had been well enough as a preparation; now at last he was to be flung, head foremost, into life. He could have sung, he could have shouted. He burst through the heavy doors of Brockett's. But there, inside the quiet and solemn building, another mood seized him. He crept quietly, on tiptoe, up to his room because he did not want to see any of them before supper.
And yet what connection could that possibly have with Mr. Zanti? His uneasiness had begun, he thought, after his visit to Brockett's. It seemed to him as he went upstairs to dress that the world was too full of too many things and that his outlook on it all was confused. Throughout dinner this uneasiness remained with him.
Zanti, now Bucket Lane, now Treliss all of them interweaving, arresting his action at every moment. Because he had done that once now this must not be permitted him; he felt, as he rang the old heavy bell of Brockett's that his head would never think clearly again.
He had swept in the tempestuous way that was natural to him, the shop and all that it had been to him, behind him. Even Brockett's must go with the rest. Of course he could not stay there now that the weekly two pounds had stopped. He quite savagely desired to be free from all business.
There's always either her mother or Cards there. Cards sees her alone much more than I do, but, of course, she likes his company better than mine just now. I'm such a gloomy beggar " "Nonsense," said Bobby roughly. "You believe anything that any one tells you. They tell you that you're gloomy and depressing and so you think you are. They didn't find you gloomy at Brockett's did they?
He's one of the very best friends I've ever had and I've been rather pulled up lately ever since that night you sent me to Brockett's. I've felt ashamed of myself. All my happiness and you and everything have made me forget my old friends and that won't do." She laughed. "And now I suppose you're going to neglect me for them for horrid people like that man who came to-night."
Tressiter was always far too busy and too helpless to be of any real assistance. On this foggy afternoon, Peter, arriving at Brockett's after much difficulty and hesitation, found Robin Tressiter, on Miss Monogue's landing, with his head fastened between the railings that overlooked the hall below.
Brockett's thin neck, the untidy egg-shells everything depressed him. "I have had a rotten night," he said, "nightmares. I suppose I ate something anyhow it's a gloomy day." "Yes," said Miss Monogue, pinning some of her hair in at the wrong place and unpinning other parts of it that happened by accident to be right. "I'm afraid it's a poor sort of day for the Procession.
"Oh, I don't know ... just to let loose the whole thing I did break out once at Brockett's I've never told anybody, but I got badly drunk one night and then went back with some woman.... Oh! it was all filthy but I was mad, wild, for hours ... insane and that night, in the middle of it all, sitting there as plainly as you please, there in Scaw House, I saw my father as plainly as I see you "
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