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The directors of the Company had declined making the necessary deposits until more favourable terms had been secured; and Sir Joshua Walmsley, on their part, was about to visit Spain and press the Government on the subject. Mr.
Walmsley?" he asked, standing in the middle of the pavement in front of me and blocking my progress toward the Strand. I hesitated for a moment. His identity was only just then beginning to dawn upon me. "Mr. Cullen!" I exclaimed. "At your service, sir." I turned round and led the way back into the court. "This is not a professional visit, I trust?" I said as we passed into the smoke room.
I was escorted upstairs and ushered into a very delightful suite on the second floor. Eve rose to meet me from behind a little tea-table. She was charmingly dressed and looking exceedingly well. Mr. Bundercombe, on the other hand, who was walking up and down the apartment with his hands behind his back, was distinctly nervous. He nodded at my entrance. "How are you, Walmsley?" he said.
And Robert Walmsley was proud of his wife; although while one of his hands shook his guests' the other held tightly to his alpenstock and thermometer. One day Alicia found a letter written to Robert by his mother. It was an unerudite letter, full of crops and motherly love and farm notes. It chronicled the health of the pig and the recent red calf, and asked concerning Robert's in return.
Walmsley, that in all your well-ordered life you have never heard such an admission made by two apparently respectable people before." "How do you know," I asked, "that my life has been well-ordered?" "Look at yourself in the glass," she begged. Scarcely knowing what I did, I turned round in my seat and obeyed her. There is, perhaps, a certain preciseness about my appearance as well as my attire.
In fiction one does not necessarily have to be of an old New York family in order to inhabit one of those north-side dwellings. Robert Walmsley, of O. Henry's "The Defeat of the City," lived there, and the boyhood to which he looked back was one spent on an up-state farm; while another erstwhile tenant in the exclusive row was the devious Artemas Quibble, of Mr.
"Now this little proposition of yours, Mr. Walmsley, has just got to lie by for a little time perhaps only for a very short time. It's a kind of business for us to make up our minds to part with our liberty or any portion of it. Meanwhile, if you'd like to take Eve for a motor ride round and meet me for luncheon, why, the car's outside, and if Eve's agreeable I can pass the time all right."
"I am quite sure my sister will be as charmed with them as I and many other of my friends are." Mr. Samuelson rose to his feet, brushed the cigarette ash from his trousers and took up his hat. "Mr. Walmsley," he said, holding out his hand, "I am glad I came. You have treated me frankly and in a most gentlemanly manner. I can assure you I appreciate it.
He said that he had been sent over on the previous afternoon by Captain Walmsley, who was an officer of the Natal Government stationed across the border, to try to make peace between the Zulu factions, but that when he spoke of peace one of Umbelazi's brothers I think it was Mantantashiya had mocked at him, saying that they were quite strong enough to cope with the Usutu that was Cetewayo's party.
Twice she opened her lips, and I am quite sure that if words had come they would have been unkind ones. Twice apparently, however, her command of language seemed inadequate. "So you're going to marry an Englishman," she said, glaring at Eve. "I am going to marry Mr. Walmsley, mother," Eve agreed sweetly.
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