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Nellie continued: "And I can tell you another thing, I don't envy Mr. Rollo Wrissell." "What's Wrissell got to do with it?" "She means to marry him." "Elsie April means to marry Wrissell?" "He was in and out of the box all night. It was as plain as a pikestaff." "What's amiss with my Elsie April?" Edward Henry demanded. "She's a thought too pleasant for my taste," answered Nellie.
I shouldn't know whether I was standing on my head or my heels by the time they'd done with me. I've tried to face them out before about things." "Who Mr. Wrissell, or Slossons?" "Both? Eh, but I should like to put a spoke in Mr. Wrissell's wheel gentleman as he is. You see he's just one of those men you can't help wanting to tease. When you're on the road you meet lots of 'em."
And this conviction was so profound, so visible even in his lightest gesture and glance, that it exerted a mystic influence over the entire social organism with the result that practically nothing ever did occur to disturb or agitate the perfect tranquillity of Mr. Rollo Wrissell's existing. For Mr. Rollo Wrissell the world was indeed almost ideal.
Alloyd, the architect, also lonely. "Well," said Mr. Alloyd, curtly, with a sardonic smile. "They've telephoned me all about it. I've seen Mr. Wrissell. Just my luck! So you're the man! He pointed you out to me this morning. My design for that church would have knocked the West End! Of course Mr. Wrissell will pay me compensation, but that's not the same thing.
Wrissell are not entirely at one in the conduct of her and her son's interests. Nothing could be further from the fact." Edward Henry's thoughts dwelt for a few moments upon the late Lord Woldo's picturesque and far-resounding marriage. "Can you give me Lady Woldo's address?" "I can't," said Mr. Slosson, after an instant's hesitation. "You mean you won't!" Mr. Slosson pursed his lips.
Wrissell held out a hand with the perfection of urbane insouciance. "How d'you do, Mr. Machin?" said he. "I hope you'll forgive me for not having followed your advice." This was a lesson to Edward Henry. He learnt that you should never show a wound, and if possible never feel one.
Nevertheless, these shortcomings made absolutely no difference whatever to the impressivness of Mr. Rollo Wrissell, who was famous for having said once, "I put on whatever comes to hand first, and people don't seem to mind." Mr. Rollo Wrissell belonged to one of the seven great families which once governed and by the way still do govern England, Scotland and Ireland.
"Great Scott!" he reflected. "I shouldn't like to be ill and have Isabel for a nurse!" And his mind at once flew to Nellie, and then to Elsie April. "And so she's going to marry Wrissell!" he reflected, and could scarcely believe it. Then he violently wrenched his mind back to the immediate objective.
Edward Henry persisted and this time with an exceedingly impressive and conspiratorial air: "I tell you another thing you could do you really could do and it depends on nobody but yourself." "Well," she said with decision. "I'll do it." "Whatever it is?" "If it's straight." "Of course it's straight. And it would be a grand way of teasing Mr. Wrissell and all of 'em! A simply grand way!
Wrissell and the Woldo family say about that, do you think?" asked Edward Henry. "Lady Woldo will never be allowed to carry it out," said Mr. Slosson. "Who's going to stop her? She must carry it out. She wants to carry it out. She's dying to carry it out. Moreover, I shall communicate it to the papers to-night unless you and I come to an arrangement.
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