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Hawtrey had asked her to lunch with her on the following Monday. Maisie said she was afraid she couldn't lunch on Monday because Anne Severn would be with her, and Mrs. Hawtrey said she was very sorry, but she was afraid she couldn't ask Anne Severn. And Maisie enquired in her tender voice, "Why not?" And Mrs. Hawtrey replied, "Because, my dear, nobody here does ask Anne Severn."
The light and shade in the speech of the most "natural" actor say, Mr Charles Hawtrey is violently exaggerated on account of the peculiar acoustics of the theatre; amongst other things, the player has to address those far off in the galleries as well as those close to in the stalls, and therefore his work requires a series of compromises like that of a piano-tuner anxious to avoid "wolves" or a politician eager to win votes.
"We could let you have our ox-team to do that breaking with," she volunteered. "You've had Sproatly living with you all winter. Why don't you make him stay and work out his keep?" Hawtrey laughed. "Sally," he said, "do you think anybody could make Sproatly work?" "It would be hard," the girl admitted, and then looked up at him with a little glint in her eyes.
"Oh, you always get a row if you drag in politics," Mr. Hawtrey said. "I don't know," said Sir John. "That was a put-up job between Hitchin and Grainger." "Struck me it had every appearance of a spontaneous outburst," Major Markham said. "I've no doubt the rowdy element was brought in from the outside," said the Rector. "Hardly one of Hitchin's workpeople is a Wyck man.
Then she noticed that the trees grew rather farther apart just there, and rising swiftly she ran back to bring the team. The ascent was steep, and she had to urge the horses, with sharp cries and blows from her mittened hand, among shadowy tree trunks and through snapping undergrowth before she reached the spot where Hawtrey lay. He looked up at her when at last the horses stood close beside him.
The sleigh was light and narrow, and Hawtrey, who drew the thick driving-robe higher about Sally, did not immediately draw the mittened hand he had used back again. The girl did not resent the fact that it still rested behind her shoulder, nor did Hawtrey attach any particular significance to the fact. He was a man who usually acted on impulse.
"I don't mind admitting that I'm taking a hand in a big bear operation," he said. "It's rather outside my usual business, but the thing looks almost certain." Hawtrey glanced at him with a gleam in his eyes. There was no doubt that the prospect of acquiring dollars by an easier method than toiling in the rain and wind appealed to him. "If it's good enough for you it should be safe," he said.
Hawtrey smiled in a rather curious fashion. Hitherto she had made her appeal through his senses to one side of his nature only. There was no doubt on that point, but now it seemed there were in her qualities he had never suspected. She had desired him as a husband, but it was becoming clear that she would not be content with the mere possession of him.
Her father admitted the likeness, but protested against her levity, as this gentleman was his most trusted adviser, inherited with his title and estates. The Earldom of Ancester had always been in the habit of consulting Mr. Hawtrey about all sorts of things, not necessarily legal. So when Gwen was sent for to her father's sanctum, and went, she was not surprised to hear that he had given Mr.
The lawyer was examining the direction on the letter-sheet. "I think I did right to pry into the letter, Gwennie," said her father; seeking, nevertheless, a salve for conscience. "Of course you did, you darling old thing!... What, Mr. Hawtrey? You were going to say?..." "I was going to say had you seen an odd thing in the direction.
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