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"He has been such a kind friend to us during the last few days and I rather fancy I shall like living on this side." "Dear me! Dear me! I hadn't heard of this!" Mr. Bundercombe remarked with interest. "You and I will go downstairs and have a little chat about it, Mr. Walmsley." He made another strategic movement toward the door, which was promptly and effectually frustrated by his wife.
"My time will be fully occupied. I wish you good morning, Mr. Walmsley. I have an appointment at a quarter to twelve. You can let me know your final decision at luncheon-time." She left the room. Mr. Bundercombe, Eve, and I exchanged glances. "How far away did you say your place was, Paul?" Mr. Bundercombe asked.
Captain Bannister excused himself. "I will wait here with Mr. Walmsley," he said, "if you will allow me." Mr. Bundercombe departed inside the bank and reappeared in the course of a few moments. His breast coat pocket was bulging. On our way back he drew out five packets of banknotes, which he counted carefully. Captain Bannister watched him out of the corner of his eye with a hungry expression.
Walmsley, wife of Johnson's first friend, and sister also of the lady of whom Johnson used to speak with the warmest admiration, by the name of Molly Aston, who was afterwards married to Captain Brodie of the navy. On Sunday, March 24, we breakfasted with Mrs.
She laughed very softly almost under her breath; yet I fancied there was a note of mockery in her mirth. "Confess that you were very much shocked, Mr. Walmsley!" she said. "Not in the least," I assured her. She raised her eyebrows ever so slightly. "Confess, then," she went on, "confess, Mr.
One hand was still behind him. Upon the table a white silk handkerchief was lying. "My dear fellow!" he exclaimed. "My dear Walmsley! What has happened?" I opened my lips and closed them again. It really seemed impossible to say anything! Mr. Parker's expression had never been so boyish, so earnest, and yet so wistful.
Gooch says he was proud of the dexterity in handling a spade which he had thus acquired, and that he has frequently seen him take the shovel from a labourer in some railway cutting, and show him how to use it more deftly in filling waggons of earth, gravel, or sand. Sir Joshua Walmsley has also informed us, that, when examining the works of the Orleans and Tours Railway, Mr.
The table there must have been set for at least a hundred people. Suddenly I received a shock. Seated underneath the hedge, hatless and coatless, with his hair in picturesque disorder, was Mr. Jonas' cousin, also a violent opponent of my politics, and a nonconformist. He had a huge tumbler by his side, which seeing me he raised to his lips. "Good old Walmsley!" he shouted out. "No politics to-day!
She came toward us very deliberately, with the same grace of movement I had watched and admired night after night. She gave me a glance of the slightest possible curiosity as she approached. Then her father introduced us. "This is Mr. Paul Walmsley, my dear," he said "my daughter. Have you dined, Eve?" She shook hands with me and smiled very charmingly. "Hours ago," she replied.
Parker seemed in a particularly despondent frame of mind. He needed pressing even to come to supper. "You were quick-witted, Walmsley," he admitted as we rolled away in the car, "quick-witted, I'll admit that; but you were dead clumsy with your fingers! I could see what you were doing from the back of my head." "Really!" I murmured. "Well, I suppose that sort of thing is a gift.
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