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'BEG your pardon, Mr. Heldar, but but isn't nothin' going to happen? said Mr. Beeton. 'No! Dick had just waked to another morning of blank despair and his temper was of the shortest. ''Tain't my regular business, o' course, sir; and what I say is, "Mind your own business and let other people mind theirs;" but just before Mr.
Dick Heldar is my best friend, and and the fact is that he has gone blind. 'Blind! said Maisie, stupidly. 'He can't be blind. 'He has been stone-blind for nearly two months. Maisie lifted up her face, and it was pearly white. 'No! No! Not blind! I won't have him blind! 'Would you care to see for yourself? said Torpenhow. 'Now, at once? 'Oh, no!
You may be as blind as a barn-door, Mr. Heldar, but it doesn't excuse you looking like a sweep. 'Do I look like a sweep, then? 'Oh, I'm sorry for you. I'm that sorry for you! she cried impulsively, and took Dick's hands. Mechanically, he lowered his head as if to kiss she was the only woman who had taken pity on him, and he was not too proud for a little pity now. She stood up to go.
Heldar has yet to prove himself out of danger. 'Wow wow wow wow wow! said Dick, profanely. 'It's a clumsy ending and vile journalese, but it's quite true. And yet, he sprang to his feet and snatched at the manuscript, 'you scarred, deboshed, battered old gladiator! you're sent out when a war begins, to minister to the blind, brutal, British public's bestial thirst for blood.
Heldar, you won't forget that we were largely instrumental in bringing you before the public. He panted because of the seven flights of stairs. Dick glanced at Torpenhow, whose left eyelid lay for a moment dead on his cheek. 'I shan't forget, said Dick, every instinct of defence roused in him. 'You've paid me so well that I couldn't, you know.
Heldar, she said to herself, 'after all he's done to me and all! Well, I'm sorry for him, and if he was shaved he wouldn't be so bad to look at, but... Oh them Beetons, how shameful they've treated him! I know Beeton's wearing his shirt on his back to-day just as well as if I'd aired it. To-morrow, I'll see... I wonder if he has much of his own.
'Heldar. Do they give me a free hand? 'They've taken you on chance. You must justify the choice. You'd better stick to me. I'm going up-country with a column, and I'll do what I can for you. Give me some of your sketches taken here, and I'll send 'em along. To himself he said, 'That's the best bargain the Central southern has ever made; and they got me cheaply enough.
'I hope I haven't done anything wrong, sir, but you know I hope that as far as a man can I tries to do the proper thing by all the gentlemen in chambers and more particular those whose lot is hard such as you, for instance, Mr. Heldar. You likes soft-roe bloater, don't you?
By the way, when I am settled in this place I should like to send and get my sketches. There must be nearly a hundred and fifty of them with you. 'That is er is what I came to speak about. I fear we can't allow it exactly, Mr. Heldar. In the absence of any specified agreement, the sketches are our property, of course. 'Do you mean to say that you are going to keep them?
Perhaps he has found out that he has a soul, or an artistic temperament, or something equally valuable. That comes of leaving him alone for a month. Perhaps he has been going out of evenings. I must look to this. He rang for the bald-headed old housekeeper, whom nothing could astonish or annoy. 'Beeton, did Mr. Heldar dine out at all while I was out of town?
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