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He knew in the marrow of his spine that they were preposterous; but Mrs. Prohack and Sissie listened with unfeigned eagerness to the wonderful tale of the future of the United League of all the Arts. And when, emerging from the lift, Mr. Prohack strolled impatiently on ahead, the three stood calmly moveless to converse, until Mr. Prohack had to stroll impatiently back again.
Prohack, after listening to various romantic details. "No, pounds." "And do you believe it? Are you sure this man Bishop isn't up to some game? You know anybody can get the better of you, sweetest." "Yes," said Mr. Prohack. "I know I'm the greatest and sweetest imbecile that the Almighty ever created. But I believe it." "But why should he leave you all this money? It doesn't stand to reason."
"What time is it?" "Eleven o'clock, sir." "Eleven o'clock! Good God! Why hasn't Miss Warburton come?" As if Machin was responsible for Miss Warburton!... No! Mr. Prohack was not behaving nicely, and it cannot be hidden that he lacked the grandeur of mind which distinguishes most of us. "Miss Warburton was here before ten o'clock, sir." "Then why hasn't she come up?"
Prohack had bought the long lease of his house from the old man who, according to the logical London system, had built the house upon somebody else's land on the condition that he paid rent for the land and in addition gave the house to the somebody else at the end of a certain period as a free gift. By a payment of twelve pounds per annum Mr.
Prohack had himself seen, in the very club in which he was now entertaining Softly Bishop, a man who had left an arm in France chatting and laughing with a man who had picked up over a million pounds by following the great principle that a commodity is worth what it will fetch when people want it very badly and there is a shortage of it. Mr.
"Of course," she was saying, "if Charles is to become the really great figure that he might be, he will have to cure his greatest fault, and perhaps it is incurable." "I know what that is," said Mr. Prohack, softly but positively. "What is it?" Her glance met his. "His confounded reserve, lack of elasticity, lack of adaptability.
Perhaps it was due to a note of dawning obsequiousness in Sir Paul's laugh, reminding Mr. Prohack of the ancient proverb that the jokes of the exalted are always side-splitting. "As I say," Sir Paul proceeded, "you and I know each other." Mr. Prohack nodded, with a trace of impatience against unnecessary repetition.
I should say that by the time old Paul's fixed up my investments we shall have a bit over four hundred pounds a week coming in if that's any guide to you." "Arthur, isn't it wicked!" She examined afresh the necklace. By the time they were all three in the car, Mr. Prohack had become aware of the fact that in Sissie's view he ought to have bought two necklaces while he was about it.
"But you've got just a little to worry about here." And he indicated Mr. Prohack. "I know," said Sissie with assurance. "But I shall look after him, doctor. You can rely on me. I understand both cases." "Well, there's one good thing," said Sissie, following her father into the dining-room after the doctor had gone. "I've done with that foolish Eliza. I knew it couldn't last and it hasn't.
And there he discovered a chubby and intentionally-young man in the act of gazing through the small window into the studio exactly as he himself had been gazing a few minutes earlier. "Hello, Prohack!" exclaimed the chubby and intentionally-young man, with the utmost geniality and calmness. "How d'ye do?" responded Mr. Prohack with just as much calmness and perhaps ten per cent less geniality. Mr.
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