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"Eve, dear," he said, "I suppose we may as well obey this very autocratic person. The sooner we go the sooner we shall be back to supper. Mr. Walmsley, I owe you my most profound apologies. I had no idea when I asked you to join us that you would become involved in anything disagreeable." "Don't mind me," I begged him. "I am glad to come. Perhaps we had better get it over as soon as possible."
'Walmsley was a Whig, wrote Johnson, 'with all the virulence and malevolence of his party; yet difference of opinion did not keep us apart. I honoured him, and he endured me. See ante, ii. 169, note 2. Miss Burney described an evening spent by Johnson at Dr. Burney's some weeks earlier: 'He was in high spirits and good humour, talked all the talk, affronted nobody, and delighted everybody.
"Bribery and corruption!" Mr. Brown laughed. "However, we'll see. Certainly I have been very much pleased to hear Mr. Walmsley's views upon several matters. When did you say the village meeting was, Mr. Walmsley?" "Thursday night," I replied. "Well, I'll come," he promised. "You'll take the chair?" I begged.
I think from that moment she began to realize why I had occupied the little table, opposite to the one where she so often sat, with such unfailing regularity. "What about a music hall?" Mr. Parker suggested. "I hear there's a good show on right across the street here. Have you any engagement for this evening, Mr. Walmsley?" "None at all," I hastened to assure him.
"Robert," said the calm, cool voice of his judge, "I thought I married a gentleman." Yes, it was coming. And yet, in the face of it, Robert Walmsley was eagerly regarding a certain branch of the apple tree upon which he used to climb out of that very window. He believed he could do it now. He wondered how many blossoms there were on the tree ten millions?
He gave one the idea of strength, notwithstanding the disabilities of his figure. He smiled contentedly as he seated himself once more at my table. "Really," he began, "I scarcely know how to excuse myself, Mr. Walmsley. However, thanks to you, we can now dine in comfort.
I stood for some time with my back to the fire, smoking thoughtfully. Then the telephone bell rang. My gloomier reflections were at once forgotten. It was Eve who spoke. "Good morning, Mr. Walmsley!" "Good morning, Miss Eve!" I replied. "Are you very busy this morning?" she asked. "Nothing in the world to do!" I answered promptly.
She looked at me very earnestly; but when I would have moved toward her she held out her hand to keep me back. "You know," she said, "I think you are quite nice, Mr. Walmsley. I rather like this outspoken sort of love-making. It's quite out of date, of course; but it reminds me of Mrs. Henry Wood and crinolines and woolwork, and all that sort of thing. Anyhow, I like it and I rather like you, too.
She had a trick of contracting the corners of her eyes just a little, which was absolutely bewitching. "Will you tell me why you helped my father in this way, Mr. Walmsley?" I returned her regard steadfastly. "It never occurred to me," I said, "to do anything else after I had recognized him." She smiled a little. My speech was obviously sincere.
Parker declared, pinching a cigar he had just taken out of a box. "She loves the rapier play the struggle with men and women. Takes risks every moment of the time and thrives on it. All the same, Mr. Walmsley, there's something very attractive about the way you are talking. I am not going to let my little girl decide too hastily. Our sort of life's all very well when we are number one and Mr.
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