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. Do they really like it? Rum kids'Ĭlaire was looking after the stud merchant, as, grasping his wealth, he scuttled up the avenue. You'll be able to get those children of yours some bread-I expect you can get a lot of bread for a shilling. Worse, he faced them, and in a hoarse but carrying voice he was instructing Heaven to bless his benefactor.Īnd having concluded this delicate financial deal Lord Dawlish turned, the movement bringing him face to face with a tall girl in white. He cast a furtive glance behind him in the hope that the disseminator of expiring roosters had vanished, but the man was still at his elbow. For Claire, dear girl, was apt to be unreasonable about these little generosities of his. The fact of the matter was that he had only just finished giving the father of the family his shilling, and he was afraid that Claire had seen him doing it. Lord Dawlish eyed the strange fowl without enthusiasm.īill Dawlish was this fortunate bloke, but, from the look of him as he caught sight of her, one would have said that he did not appreciate his luck. 'Here you are.'īuy a dying rooster, guv'nor,' he advised. Halloa, Claire darling' said Lord Dawlish, with a sort of sheepish breeziness. He may have gone to telephone or something, what?' The situation had the appearance of being at a deadlock. 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. 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.
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