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Mr. Wrissell's objection to a certain class of theatres is well known." "And does Mr. Wrissell settle everything?" "Mr. Wrissell and Lady Woldo settle everything between them, and Lady Woldo is guided by Mr. Wrissell. There is an impression abroad that because Lady Woldo was originally connected er with the stage, she and Mr.
Wrissell's silent and unconscious dominion over him, and all the defiant Midland belief that one body is as good as anybody else surged up in him but stopped at his lips. "Please don't rise," Mr. Wrissell entreated, waving both hands. "I'm very sorry to hear of this unhappy complication," he went on to Edward Henry, with the most adorable and winning politeness. "It pains me."
"Don't they call Bursley 'Bosley' down there 'owd Bosley'?" Edward Henry dealt suitably with these remarks, and then gave her a judicious version of the nature of his business, referring several times to Mr. Rollo Wrissell. "Mr. Wrissell!" she murmured, smiling. "In the end I told Mr. Wrissell to go and bury himself," said Edward Henry. "And that's about as far as I've got."
Wrissell, having comprehended, went. He really did go. He could not tolerate scenes, and his glance showed that any forcible derangement of his habit of existing smoothly would nakedly disclose the unyielding adamantine selfishness that was the basis of the Wrissell philosophy. His glance was at least harsh and bitter. He went in silence, and rapidly. Mr.
Wrissell, if he had ever met with the phrase which is doubtful had certainly never heard it addressed to himself; conceivably he might have once come across it in turning over the pages of a slang dictionary. A tragic expression traversed his bewildered features and then he recovered himself somewhat. "Go and bury yourself!" said Edward Henry, with increased savagery. Mr.
"Well, you can do the other thing!" said Edward Henry, insolent to the last. As he left the premises he found Mr. Rollo Wrissell, and his own new acquaintance, Mr. Alloyd, the architect, chatting in the portico. Mr. Wrissell was calm, bland and attentive; Mr. Alloyd was eager, excited and deferential. Edward Henry caught the words "Russian Ballet."
Marrier's authority forced a way. The first man Edward Henry recognized in the tumult of bodies was Mr. Rollo Wrissell, whom he had not seen since their meeting at Slossons. "Mr. Wrissell," said the glowing Marrier, "let me introduce Mr. Alderman Machin, of the Regent Theatah." "Clumsy fool!" thought Edward Henry, and stood as if entranced. But Mr.
to be opened next Spring. Subscriptions invited. Rollo Wrissell: Senior Trustee. Ralph Alloyd: Architect. Dicks & Pato: Builders. The name of Rollo Wrissell seemed familiar to him, and after a few moments' searching he recalled that Rollo Wrissell was one of the trustees and executors of the late Lord Woldo, the other being the widow and the mother of the new Lord Woldo.
"Oh, don't!" she said, her voice weak from suppressed laughter, and then the laughter burst forth uncontrollable. "Yes," he said, delighted with himself and her. "I told him to go and bury himself!" "I suppose you don't like Mr. Wrissell?" "Well " he temporized. "I didn't at first," she said. "I hated him. But I like him now, though I must say I adore teasing him. Mr.
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