Didn't want much else, apparently, but were frightfully keen on bread.' Squads of children at home demanding bread. Only a bob,' his lordship hastened to say. Halloa, Claire darling' said Lord Dawlish, with a sort of sheepish breeziness. One cannot blame the policeman on duty in Leicester Square for remarking to a cabman as she passed that he envied the bloke that that was going to meet. Her nose was small and straight, her mouth, though somewhat hard, admirably shaped, and she carried herself magnificently. Her eyes, shaded by her hat, were large and grey. 'Causes great fun and laughter.'ĭuring the business talk which had just come to an end this girl had been making her way up the side street which forms a short cut between Coventry Street and the Bandolero, and several admirers of feminine beauty who happened to be using the same route had almost dislocated their necks looking after her. What have you been doing this morning?' he asked.īuy a dying rooster, guv'nor,' he advised. He may have gone to telephone or something, what?'Īnd having concluded this delicate financial deal Lord Dawlish turned, the movement bringing him face to face with a tall girl in white.
#Steam last man sitting free#
With that wealth, added to free lodging at one of the best clubs in London, perfect heath, a steadily-diminishing golf handicap, and a host of friends in every walk of life, Bill had felt that it would be absurd not to be happy and contented.Ĭlaire was looking after the stud merchant, as, grasping his wealth, he scuttled up the avenue. And this modest ambition had been realized for him by a group of what he was accustomed to refer to as decent old bucks, who had installed him as secretary of that aristocratic and exclusive club, Brown's in St James Street, at an annual salary of four hundred pounds. As long as he could afford to belong to one or two golf clubs and have something over for those small loans which, in certain of the numerous circles in which he moved, were the inevitable concomitant of popularity, he was satisfied. He was not the type to waste time in vain regrets. Until six months before, when he had become engaged to Claire Fenwick, he had found nothing to quarrel with in his lot. So suppose I give you a shilling and call it square, what?' And I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I think that squeaking bird of yours is about the beastliest thing I ever met. You seem by bad luck to be stocked up with just the sort of things I wouldn't be seen dead in a ditch with. I'll tell you what,' said Lord Dawlish, with the air of one who, having pondered, has been rewarded with a great idea: 'the fact is, I really don't want to buy anything. It was a relief to Bill when the arrival of the waiter with food caused a break in the conversation and enabled him adroitly to change the subject. She developed this theme to-day, not only on the stairs leading to the grillroom, but even after they had seated themselves at their table.
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