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“Here he is, my lady.” | Gotch | to make way for him.<|quote|>“Here he is, my lady.”</|quote|>“Then tell her ladyship.” “She | to the lobby, had only to make way for him.<|quote|>“Here he is, my lady.”</|quote|>“Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch | a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him.<|quote|>“Here he is, my lady... | so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for... | guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some ... | on _me_, my dear man--but I haven’t the least idea.” He looked at her askance. “Then why does the fellow say you have?” Much at a loss for the moment, she yet found her way. “Because the fellow’s so agog that he doesn’t know _what_ he says!” In addition to which she was relieved by the reappearance of Gotch, who bore o... | took in her condition-- “I’m not even _dressed!_” “You’ll have time” --the young man was a comfort-- “while I rush to Berkeley Square. And pardon me, Bender--though it’s so near--if I just bag your car.” “That’s, that’s it, take his car!” --Lady Sandgate almost swept him away. “You may use my car all right,” Mr. Bender... | it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secreta... | The Outcry |
“Then tell her ladyship.” | Lady Sandgate | “Here he is, my lady.”<|quote|>“Then tell her ladyship.”</|quote|>“She has come down,” said | to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.”<|quote|>“Then tell her ladyship.”</|quote|>“She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and | please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.”<|quote|>“Then tell her ladyship.”</|quote... | him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimb... | solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with cerem... | I haven’t the least idea.” He looked at her askance. “Then why does the fellow say you have?” Much at a loss for the moment, she yet found her way. “Because the fellow’s so agog that he doesn’t know _what_ he says!” In addition to which she was relieved by the reappearance of Gotch, who bore on a salver the object he h... | not even _dressed!_” “You’ll have time” --the young man was a comfort-- “while I rush to Berkeley Square. And pardon me, Bender--though it’s so near--if I just bag your car.” “That’s, that’s it, take his car!” --Lady Sandgate almost swept him away. “You may use my car all right,” Mr. Bender contributed-- “but what I wa... | the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encoura... | The Outcry |
“She has come down,” | Gotch | lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.”<|quote|>“She has come down,”</|quote|>said Gotch while Hugh arrived | him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.”<|quote|>“She has come down,”</|quote|>said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and | Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.”<|quote|>“She has come down,”</|quote|>said Go... | coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she... | opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with ... | idea.” He looked at her askance. “Then why does the fellow say you have?” Much at a loss for the moment, she yet found her way. “Because the fellow’s so agog that he doesn’t know _what_ he says!” In addition to which she was relieved by the reappearance of Gotch, who bore on a salver the object he had been sent for and... | have time” --the young man was a comfort-- “while I rush to Berkeley Square. And pardon me, Bender--though it’s so near--if I just bag your car.” “That’s, that’s it, take his car!” --Lady Sandgate almost swept him away. “You may use my car all right,” Mr. Bender contributed-- “but what I want to know is what the man’s ... | under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still... | The Outcry |
said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. | No speaker | ladyship.” “She has come down,”<|quote|>said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained h... | my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,”<|quote|>said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room,... | it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,”<|quote|>said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companio... | brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discompose... | crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment,... | her askance. “Then why does the fellow say you have?” Much at a loss for the moment, she yet found her way. “Because the fellow’s so agog that he doesn’t know _what_ he says!” In addition to which she was relieved by the reappearance of Gotch, who bore on a salver the object he had been sent for and to which he duly ca... | man was a comfort-- “while I rush to Berkeley Square. And pardon me, Bender--though it’s so near--if I just bag your car.” “That’s, that’s it, take his car!” --Lady Sandgate almost swept him away. “You may use my car all right,” Mr. Bender contributed-- “but what I want to know is what the man’s _after_.” “The man? wha... | arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemn... | The Outcry |
“I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” | Grace | the girl explained her preparation.<|quote|>“I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.”</|quote|>“Then know that, thank God, | confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation.<|quote|>“I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.”</|quote|>“Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was | has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation.<|quote|>... | _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived an... | which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to y... | bore on a salver the object he had been sent for and to which he duly called attention. “The large red morocco case.” Lady Sandgate fairly jumped at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude be... | want to know is what the man’s _after_.” “The man? what man?” his friend scarce paused to ask. “The Prince then--if you allow he _is_ a man! Is he after my picture?” Lord John vividly disclaimed authority. “If you’ll wait, my dear fellow, you’ll see.” “Oh why should he ‘wait’?” burst from their cautious companion--only... | the least idea.” He looked at her askance. “Then why does the fellow say you have?” Much at a loss for the moment, she yet found her way. “Because the fellow’s so agog that he doesn’t know _what_ he says!” In addition to which she was relieved by the reappearance of Gotch, who bore on a salver the object he had been se... | The Outcry |
“Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” | Crimble | your knock and your voice.”<|quote|>“Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!”</|quote|>--Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. | preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.”<|quote|>“Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!”</|quote|>--Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. | his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.”<|quote|>... | at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the s... | to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her... | sent for and to which he duly called attention. “The large red morocco case.” Lady Sandgate fairly jumped at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender... | man? what man?” his friend scarce paused to ask. “The Prince then--if you allow he _is_ a man! Is he after my picture?” Lord John vividly disclaimed authority. “If you’ll wait, my dear fellow, you’ll see.” “Oh why should he ‘wait’?” burst from their cautious companion--only to be caught up, however, in the next breath,... | bewilderment. “What the h---- then (I beg your pardon!) is he talking about, and what ‘sentiments’ did he report round there that Lord Theign had been expressing?” His hostess faced it not otherwise than if she had resolved not to recognise the subject of his curiosity--for fear of other recognitions. “They put everyth... | The Outcry |
--Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. | No speaker | thank God, it’s all right!”<|quote|>--Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant.</|quote|>“A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. | your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!”<|quote|>--Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant.</|quote|>“A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave | the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!”<|quote|>--Hugh was... | “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in brigh... | the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes bef... | attention. “The large red morocco case.” Lady Sandgate fairly jumped at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the g... | ask. “The Prince then--if you allow he _is_ a man! Is he after my picture?” Lord John vividly disclaimed authority. “If you’ll wait, my dear fellow, you’ll see.” “Oh why should he ‘wait’?” burst from their cautious companion--only to be caught up, however, in the next breath, so swift her gracious revolution. “Wait, wa... | establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in c... | The Outcry |
“A Mantovano?” | Grace | --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant.<|quote|>“A Mantovano?”</|quote|>she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” | thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant.<|quote|>“A Mantovano?”</|quote|>she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A | quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant.<|... | the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, sca... | they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almo... | case.” Lady Sandgate fairly jumped at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead ... | allow he _is_ a man! Is he after my picture?” Lord John vividly disclaimed authority. “If you’ll wait, my dear fellow, you’ll see.” “Oh why should he ‘wait’?” burst from their cautious companion--only to be caught up, however, in the next breath, so swift her gracious revolution. “Wait, wait indeed, Mr. Bender--I won’t... | again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed.... | The Outcry |
she delightedly cried. | No speaker | breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?”<|quote|>she delightedly cried.</|quote|>“A Mantovano!” he proudly gave | it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?”<|quote|>she delightedly cried.</|quote|>“A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried | in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?”<|qu... | I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and g... | have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to ... | Sandgate fairly jumped at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and... | _is_ a man! Is he after my picture?” Lord John vividly disclaimed authority. “If you’ll wait, my dear fellow, you’ll see.” “Oh why should he ‘wait’?” burst from their cautious companion--only to be caught up, however, in the next breath, so swift her gracious revolution. “Wait, wait indeed, Mr. Bender--I won’t give you... | you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to... | The Outcry |
“A Mantovano!” | Crimble | “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried.<|quote|>“A Mantovano!”</|quote|>he proudly gave back. “A | --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried.<|quote|>“A Mantovano!”</|quote|>he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady | her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried.<|quo... | see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. ... | royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the rec... | at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retrace... | Is he after my picture?” Lord John vividly disclaimed authority. “If you’ll wait, my dear fellow, you’ll see.” “Oh why should he ‘wait’?” burst from their cautious companion--only to be caught up, however, in the next breath, so swift her gracious revolution. “Wait, wait indeed, Mr. Bender--I won’t give you up for any ... | he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel... | The Outcry |
he proudly gave back. | No speaker | she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!”<|quote|>he proudly gave back.</|quote|>“A Mantovano!” --it carried even | breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!”<|quote|>he proudly gave back.</|quote|>“A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a | scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!... | turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These yo... | at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch,... | “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its s... | after my picture?” Lord John vividly disclaimed authority. “If you’ll wait, my dear fellow, you’ll see.” “Oh why should he ‘wait’?” burst from their cautious companion--only to be caught up, however, in the next breath, so swift her gracious revolution. “Wait, wait indeed, Mr. Bender--I won’t give you up for any Prince... | been sent for and to which he duly called attention. “The large red morocco case.” Lady Sandgate fairly jumped at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. B... | The Outcry |
“A Mantovano!” | Crimble | Mantovano!” he proudly gave back.<|quote|>“A Mantovano!”</|quote|>--it carried even Lady Sandgate | Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back.<|quote|>“A Mantovano!”</|quote|>--it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” | These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave bac... | had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus ... | failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a ... | it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your grea... | John vividly disclaimed authority. “If you’ll wait, my dear fellow, you’ll see.” “Oh why should he ‘wait’?” burst from their cautious companion--only to be caught up, however, in the next breath, so swift her gracious revolution. “Wait, wait indeed, Mr. Bender--I won’t give you up for any Prince!” With which she appeal... | it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your grea... | The Outcry |
--it carried even Lady Sandgate away. | No speaker | proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!”<|quote|>--it carried even Lady Sandgate away.</|quote|>“A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. | delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!”<|quote|>--it carried even Lady Sandgate away.</|quote|>“A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his | persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantov... | to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once c... | his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh annou... | my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-gran... | disclaimed authority. “If you’ll wait, my dear fellow, you’ll see.” “Oh why should he ‘wait’?” burst from their cautious companion--only to be caught up, however, in the next breath, so swift her gracious revolution. “Wait, wait indeed, Mr. Bender--I won’t give you up for any Prince!” With which she appealed again to L... | a salver the object he had been sent for and to which he duly called attention. “The large red morocco case.” Lady Sandgate fairly jumped at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he ... | The Outcry |
“A Mantovano--a sure thing?” | Lady Sandgate | carried even Lady Sandgate away.<|quote|>“A Mantovano--a sure thing?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender jumped up from | gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away.<|quote|>“A Mantovano--a sure thing?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention | across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate... | he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, ... | she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for La... | though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when ... | dear fellow, you’ll see.” “Oh why should he ‘wait’?” burst from their cautious companion--only to be caught up, however, in the next breath, so swift her gracious revolution. “Wait, wait indeed, Mr. Bender--I won’t give you up for any Prince!” With which she appealed again to Lord John. “He wants to ‘congratulate’?” “O... | failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a ... | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. | No speaker | away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh.</|quote|>“I’ve just left our blest | --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh.</|quote|>“I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- | the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--... | “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl expl... | him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimb... | had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sand... | “Oh why should he ‘wait’?” burst from their cautious companion--only to be caught up, however, in the next breath, so swift her gracious revolution. “Wait, wait indeed, Mr. Bender--I won’t give you up for any Prince!” With which she appealed again to Lord John. “He wants to ‘congratulate’?” “On Theign’s decision, as I’... | failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a ... | The Outcry |
“I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” | Crimble | all gaping attention to Hugh.<|quote|>“I’ve just left our blest Bardi,”</|quote|>said that young man-- “who | jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh.<|quote|>“I’ve just left our blest Bardi,”</|quote|>said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a | your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to... | arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voic... | leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr... | before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question,... | caught up, however, in the next breath, so swift her gracious revolution. “Wait, wait indeed, Mr. Bender--I won’t give you up for any Prince!” With which she appealed again to Lord John. “He wants to ‘congratulate’?” “On Theign’s decision, as I’ve told you--which I announced to Mackintosh, by Theign’s extraordinary ord... | which he duly called attention. “The large red morocco case.” Lady Sandgate fairly jumped at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination h... | The Outcry |
said that young man-- | No speaker | just left our blest Bardi,”<|quote|>said that young man--</|quote|>“who hasn’t the shadow of | gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,”<|quote|>said that young man--</|quote|>“who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted | God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bar... | while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all... | not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary,... | Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Sha... | breath, so swift her gracious revolution. “Wait, wait indeed, Mr. Bender--I won’t give you up for any Prince!” With which she appealed again to Lord John. “He wants to ‘congratulate’?” “On Theign’s decision, as I’ve told you--which I announced to Mackintosh, by Theign’s extraordinary order, under his Highness’s nose, a... | again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed.... | The Outcry |
“who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” | Crimble | Bardi,” said that young man--<|quote|>“who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.”</|quote|>“Will he publish it right | “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man--<|quote|>“who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.”</|quote|>“Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender | --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young m... | the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathl... | her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr.... | from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she en... | gracious revolution. “Wait, wait indeed, Mr. Bender--I won’t give you up for any Prince!” With which she appealed again to Lord John. “He wants to ‘congratulate’?” “On Theign’s decision, as I’ve told you--which I announced to Mackintosh, by Theign’s extraordinary order, under his Highness’s nose, and which his Highness... | is he talking about, and what ‘sentiments’ did he report round there that Lord Theign had been expressing?” His hostess faced it not otherwise than if she had resolved not to recognise the subject of his curiosity--for fear of other recognitions. “They put everything on _me_, my dear man--but I haven’t the least idea.”... | The Outcry |
“Will he publish it right here to _me?_” | Bender | delighted to publish it everywhere.”<|quote|>“Will he publish it right here to _me?_”</|quote|>Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” | of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.”<|quote|>“Will he publish it right here to _me?_”</|quote|>Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try | gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.”<|quote|>“Will he publis... | gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proud... | with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had onl... | vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he... | With which she appealed again to Lord John. “He wants to ‘congratulate’?” “On Theign’s decision, as I’ve told you--which I announced to Mackintosh, by Theign’s extraordinary order, under his Highness’s nose, and which his Highness, by the same token, took up like a shot.” Her face, as she bethought herself, was convuls... | said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Wel... | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender hungrily asked. | No speaker | it right here to _me?_”<|quote|>Mr. Bender hungrily asked.</|quote|>“Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can | it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_”<|quote|>Mr. Bender hungrily asked.</|quote|>“Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him | Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_”<|quote|>Mr. Bender hungrily ask... | once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried ev... | with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” ... | great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and wh... | “He wants to ‘congratulate’?” “On Theign’s decision, as I’ve told you--which I announced to Mackintosh, by Theign’s extraordinary order, under his Highness’s nose, and which his Highness, by the same token, took up like a shot.” Her face, as she bethought herself, was convulsed as by some quick perception of what her i... | at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is... | The Outcry |
“Well,” | Crimble | _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked.<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>Hugh smiled, “you can try | publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked.<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, | sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked.<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>Hugh smile... | room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A M... | “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “... | when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establis... | “On Theign’s decision, as I’ve told you--which I announced to Mackintosh, by Theign’s extraordinary order, under his Highness’s nose, and which his Highness, by the same token, took up like a shot.” Her face, as she bethought herself, was convulsed as by some quick perception of what her informant must have done and wh... | infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent... | The Outcry |
Hugh smiled, | No speaker | Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,”<|quote|>Hugh smiled,</|quote|>“you can try him.” “But | it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,”<|quote|>Hugh smiled,</|quote|>“you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The | thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,”<|quote|>Hugh smiled,</|quote|>“y... | and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantova... | Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She h... | he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him... | Theign’s decision, as I’ve told you--which I announced to Mackintosh, by Theign’s extraordinary order, under his Highness’s nose, and which his Highness, by the same token, took up like a shot.” Her face, as she bethought herself, was convulsed as by some quick perception of what her informant must have done and what t... | back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-... | The Outcry |
“you can try him.” | Crimble | hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled,<|quote|>“you can try him.”</|quote|>“But try him how, where?” | here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled,<|quote|>“you can try him.”</|quote|>“But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to | Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled,<|quote|>“you can try him.”</|qu... | girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a su... | Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said G... | her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, openin... | as I’ve told you--which I announced to Mackintosh, by Theign’s extraordinary order, under his Highness’s nose, and which his Highness, by the same token, took up like a shot.” Her face, as she bethought herself, was convulsed as by some quick perception of what her informant must have done and what therefore the Prince... | He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccup... | The Outcry |
“But try him how, where?” | Bender | smiled, “you can try him.”<|quote|>“But try him how, where?”</|quote|>The great collector, straining to | Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.”<|quote|>“But try him how, where?”</|quote|>The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for | his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.”<|quote|>“But try him how, where?”<... | “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up ... | _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived an... | “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case... | I announced to Mackintosh, by Theign’s extraordinary order, under his Highness’s nose, and which his Highness, by the same token, took up like a shot.” Her face, as she bethought herself, was convulsed as by some quick perception of what her informant must have done and what therefore the Prince’s interest rested on; a... | to which he duly called attention. “The large red morocco case.” Lady Sandgate fairly jumped at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imaginatio... | The Outcry |
The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat | No speaker | “But try him how, where?”<|quote|>The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat</|quote|>“Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t | smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?”<|quote|>The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat</|quote|>“Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” | to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?”<|quote|>The great collector, straining to i... | knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping at... | It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady... | will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he ... | Theign’s extraordinary order, under his Highness’s nose, and which his Highness, by the same token, took up like a shot.” Her face, as she bethought herself, was convulsed as by some quick perception of what her informant must have done and what therefore the Prince’s interest rested on; all, however, to the effect, gi... | much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found hers... | The Outcry |
“Where _is_ he, hey?” | Bender | cast about for his hat<|quote|>“Where _is_ he, hey?”</|quote|>“Don’t you wish I’d tell | collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat<|quote|>“Where _is_ he, hey?”</|quote|>“Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal | “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat<|quote|>“Where _is_ he, hey?”</|quo... | --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young m... | “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in brigh... | Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never dr... | the same token, took up like a shot.” Her face, as she bethought herself, was convulsed as by some quick perception of what her informant must have done and what therefore the Prince’s interest rested on; all, however, to the effect, given their actual company, of her at once dodging and covering that issue. “The decis... | have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to ... | The Outcry |
“Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” | Crimble | hat “Where _is_ he, hey?”<|quote|>“Don’t you wish I’d tell you?”</|quote|>Hugh, in his personal elation, | action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?”<|quote|>“Don’t you wish I’d tell you?”</|quote|>Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you | of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?”<|quote|>“Don’t you wish I’d tell you... | radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a ... | just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat... | out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-p... | up like a shot.” Her face, as she bethought herself, was convulsed as by some quick perception of what her informant must have done and what therefore the Prince’s interest rested on; all, however, to the effect, given their actual company, of her at once dodging and covering that issue. “The decision to remove the pic... | different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter... | The Outcry |
Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. | No speaker | you wish I’d tell you?”<|quote|>Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered.</|quote|>“Won’t you wait for the | “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?”<|quote|>Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered.</|quote|>“Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile | to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?”<|quote|>Hugh, in his personal ela... | “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere... | see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. ... | beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you des... | as she bethought herself, was convulsed as by some quick perception of what her informant must have done and what therefore the Prince’s interest rested on; all, however, to the effect, given their actual company, of her at once dodging and covering that issue. “The decision to remove the picture?” Lord John also obser... | he duly called attention. “The large red morocco case.” Lady Sandgate fairly jumped at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had str... | The Outcry |
“Won’t you wait for the Prince?” | Lady Sandgate | personal elation, almost cynically answered.<|quote|>“Won’t you wait for the Prince?”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked | tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered.<|quote|>“Won’t you wait for the Prince?”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had | right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered.<|quote|>“Won’t you wai... | --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bend... | to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once c... | had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this so... | some quick perception of what her informant must have done and what therefore the Prince’s interest rested on; all, however, to the effect, given their actual company, of her at once dodging and covering that issue. “The decision to remove the picture?” Lord John also observed a discretion. “He wouldn’t hear of such a ... | feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormo... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. | No speaker | you wait for the Prince?”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply.</|quote|>“My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are | elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply.</|quote|>“My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for | hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate... | “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled... | he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, ... | and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-prie... | informant must have done and what therefore the Prince’s interest rested on; all, however, to the effect, given their actual company, of her at once dodging and covering that issue. “The decision to remove the picture?” Lord John also observed a discretion. “He wouldn’t hear of such a thing--says it must stay stock sti... | visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, wil... | The Outcry |
“My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” | Lady Sandgate | Grace before he could reply.<|quote|>“My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?”</|quote|>“For the Prince!” --the girl | turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply.<|quote|>“My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?”</|quote|>“For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” | action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply.<|quote|>“My dear child--th... | blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat... | withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank... | had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open... | company, of her at once dodging and covering that issue. “The decision to remove the picture?” Lord John also observed a discretion. “He wouldn’t hear of such a thing--says it must stay stock still. So there you are!” This determined in Mr. Bender a not unnatural, in fact quite a clamorous, series of questions. “But _w... | He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with... | The Outcry |
“For the Prince!” | Grace | sure you’re ready for him?”<|quote|>“For the Prince!”</|quote|>--the girl was vague. “Is | dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?”<|quote|>“For the Prince!”</|quote|>--the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With | you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?”<|quote|>“Fo... | a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in... | quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “... | draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have... | decision to remove the picture?” Lord John also observed a discretion. “He wouldn’t hear of such a thing--says it must stay stock still. So there you are!” This determined in Mr. Bender a not unnatural, in fact quite a clamorous, series of questions. “But _where_ are we, and what has the Prince to do with Lord Theign’s... | by the reappearance of Gotch, who bore on a salver the object he had been sent for and to which he duly called attention. “The large red morocco case.” Lady Sandgate fairly jumped at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her... | The Outcry |
--the girl was vague. | No speaker | for him?” “For the Prince!”<|quote|>--the girl was vague.</|quote|>“Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” | lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!”<|quote|>--the girl was vague.</|quote|>“Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her | tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!”<|quote... | is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his persona... | bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she de... | two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a ... | the picture?” Lord John also observed a discretion. “He wouldn’t hear of such a thing--says it must stay stock still. So there you are!” This determined in Mr. Bender a not unnatural, in fact quite a clamorous, series of questions. “But _where_ are we, and what has the Prince to do with Lord Theign’s decision when that... | Gotch, who bore on a salver the object he had been sent for and to which he duly called attention. “The large red morocco case.” Lady Sandgate fairly jumped at it. “Your blessed cheque-book. Lay it on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we ... | The Outcry |
“Is he coming?” | Grace | Prince!” --the girl was vague.<|quote|>“Is he coming?”</|quote|>“At five-forty-five.” With which she | ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague.<|quote|>“Is he coming?”</|quote|>“At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but | his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague.<|quo... | it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynica... | scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!... | you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font.... | also observed a discretion. “He wouldn’t hear of such a thing--says it must stay stock still. So there you are!” This determined in Mr. Bender a not unnatural, in fact quite a clamorous, series of questions. “But _where_ are we, and what has the Prince to do with Lord Theign’s decision when that’s all _I’m_ here for? W... | he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the o... | The Outcry |
“At five-forty-five.” | Lady Sandgate | was vague. “Is he coming?”<|quote|>“At five-forty-five.”</|quote|>With which she consulted her | “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?”<|quote|>“At five-forty-five.”</|quote|>With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at | almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?”<|quote|>“A... | he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t y... | IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave ... | _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, i... | discretion. “He wouldn’t hear of such a thing--says it must stay stock still. So there you are!” This determined in Mr. Bender a not unnatural, in fact quite a clamorous, series of questions. “But _where_ are we, and what has the Prince to do with Lord Theign’s decision when that’s all _I’m_ here for? What in thunder _... | at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is... | The Outcry |
With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. | No speaker | “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.”<|quote|>With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm.</|quote|>“Ah, it _is_ that, and | Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.”<|quote|>With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm.</|quote|>“Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried | answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.”<|quot... | it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for... | young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A ... | He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccup... | wouldn’t hear of such a thing--says it must stay stock still. So there you are!” This determined in Mr. Bender a not unnatural, in fact quite a clamorous, series of questions. “But _where_ are we, and what has the Prince to do with Lord Theign’s decision when that’s all _I’m_ here for? What in thunder _is_ Lord Theign’... | of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes ... | The Outcry |
“Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” | Lady Sandgate | once to wail for alarm.<|quote|>“Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!”</|quote|>She hurried off through the | bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm.<|quote|>“Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!”</|quote|>She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite | but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm.<|quote|>“Ah, it ... | him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more in... | preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bend... | with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it... | This determined in Mr. Bender a not unnatural, in fact quite a clamorous, series of questions. “But _where_ are we, and what has the Prince to do with Lord Theign’s decision when that’s all _I’m_ here for? What in thunder _is_ Lord Theign’s decision--what was his ‘extraordinary order’?” Lord John, too long detained and... | own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himse... | The Outcry |
She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: | No speaker | that, and I’m not dressed!”<|quote|>She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh:</|quote|>“It’s your blest Bardi I | for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!”<|quote|>She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh:</|quote|>“It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince | before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!”<|quote|>She hurried of... | collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could r... | your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to... | held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving,... | in fact quite a clamorous, series of questions. “But _where_ are we, and what has the Prince to do with Lord Theign’s decision when that’s all _I’m_ here for? What in thunder _is_ Lord Theign’s decision--what was his ‘extraordinary order’?” Lord John, too long detained and his hand now on the door, put off this solicit... | placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady G... | The Outcry |
“It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” | Bender | himself again unabashed to Hugh:<|quote|>“It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.”</|quote|>The young man clearly could | quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh:<|quote|>“It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.”</|quote|>The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I | girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh:<|quote|>“It’s your ... | you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl ... | cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it eve... | a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the r... | with Lord Theign’s decision when that’s all _I’m_ here for? What in thunder _is_ Lord Theign’s decision--what was his ‘extraordinary order’?” Lord John, too long detained and his hand now on the door, put off this solicitor as he had already been put off. “Lady Sandgate, _you_ tell him! I rush!” Mr. Bender saw him vani... | solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with cerem... | The Outcry |
The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. | No speaker | first--I’ll take the Prince after.”<|quote|>The young man clearly could afford indulgence now.</|quote|>“Then I left him at | your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.”<|quote|>The young man clearly could afford indulgence now.</|quote|>“Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! | consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.”<|quote|>The young man ... | wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted h... | even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily a... | to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimb... | in thunder _is_ Lord Theign’s decision--what was his ‘extraordinary order’?” Lord John, too long detained and his hand now on the door, put off this solicitor as he had already been put off. “Lady Sandgate, _you_ tell him! I rush!” Mr. Bender saw him vanish, but all to a greater bewilderment. “What the h---- then (I be... | Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right... | The Outcry |
“Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” | Crimble | clearly could afford indulgence now.<|quote|>“Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.”</|quote|>“Why, right near! I’ll come | Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now.<|quote|>“Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.”</|quote|>“Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight | to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now.<|quote|>“Then I le... | asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for al... | Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try... | him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimb... | ‘extraordinary order’?” Lord John, too long detained and his hand now on the door, put off this solicitor as he had already been put off. “Lady Sandgate, _you_ tell him! I rush!” Mr. Bender saw him vanish, but all to a greater bewilderment. “What the h---- then (I beg your pardon!) is he talking about, and what ‘sentim... | “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solid... | The Outcry |
“Why, right near! I’ll come back.” | Bender | left him at Long’s Hotel.”<|quote|>“Why, right near! I’ll come back.”</|quote|>And Mr. Bender’s flight was | afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.”<|quote|>“Why, right near! I’ll come back.”</|quote|>And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. | that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.”<|quote|>“Why, r... | more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not ... | all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, s... | a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discompo... | and his hand now on the door, put off this solicitor as he had already been put off. “Lady Sandgate, _you_ tell him! I rush!” Mr. Bender saw him vanish, but all to a greater bewilderment. “What the h---- then (I beg your pardon!) is he talking about, and what ‘sentiments’ did he report round there that Lord Theign had ... | door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my la... | The Outcry |
And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. | No speaker | right near! I’ll come back.”<|quote|>And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace.</|quote|>“Why does the Prince come, | him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.”<|quote|>And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace.</|quote|>“Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s | hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.”<|quote|>And M... | he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the o... | just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast abo... | it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bend... | door, put off this solicitor as he had already been put off. “Lady Sandgate, _you_ tell him! I rush!” Mr. Bender saw him vanish, but all to a greater bewilderment. “What the h---- then (I beg your pardon!) is he talking about, and what ‘sentiments’ did he report round there that Lord Theign had been expressing?” His ho... | information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_... | The Outcry |
“Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” | Crimble | quick question for Lady Grace.<|quote|>“Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?”</|quote|>“My father has suddenly returned--it | it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace.<|quote|>“Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?”</|quote|>“My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with | Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace.<|quote|>“Why does the Prince come, and wh... | “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first... | it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynica... | to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby,... | saw him vanish, but all to a greater bewilderment. “What the h---- then (I beg your pardon!) is he talking about, and what ‘sentiments’ did he report round there that Lord Theign had been expressing?” His hostess faced it not otherwise than if she had resolved not to recognise the subject of his curiosity--for fear of ... | discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew,... | The Outcry |
“My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” | Grace | what in the world’s happening?”<|quote|>“My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.”</|quote|>The shadow of his surprise | does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?”<|quote|>“My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.”</|quote|>The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of | clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?”<|quote|>“My father has suddenly returned-... | watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence... | Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate ... | a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then... | h---- then (I beg your pardon!) is he talking about, and what ‘sentiments’ did he report round there that Lord Theign had been expressing?” His hostess faced it not otherwise than if she had resolved not to recognise the subject of his curiosity--for fear of other recognitions. “They put everything on _me_, my dear man... | from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The... | The Outcry |
The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. | No speaker | have to do with that.”<|quote|>The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear.</|quote|>“Mayn’t it be more than | father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.”<|quote|>The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear.</|quote|>“Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you | Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.”<|quote|>The shadow of his surprise darken... | _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, righ... | try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly ... | --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his comp... | what ‘sentiments’ did he report round there that Lord Theign had been expressing?” His hostess faced it not otherwise than if she had resolved not to recognise the subject of his curiosity--for fear of other recognitions. “They put everything on _me_, my dear man--but I haven’t the least idea.” He looked at her askance... | down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening ... | The Outcry |
“Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?” | Crimble | to that of his fear.<|quote|>“Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?”</|quote|>“I don’t know--and I think | of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear.<|quote|>“Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?”</|quote|>“I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t | on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear.<|quote|>“Mayn’t it be more than anything else to... | room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of... | about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--... | to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other qu... | expressing?” His hostess faced it not otherwise than if she had resolved not to recognise the subject of his curiosity--for fear of other recognitions. “They put everything on _me_, my dear man--but I haven’t the least idea.” He looked at her askance. “Then why does the fellow say you have?” Much at a loss for the mome... | out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept... | The Outcry |
“I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,” | Grace | and me his final curse?”<|quote|>“I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,”</|quote|>she said, “so long as | anything else to give you and me his final curse?”<|quote|>“I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,”</|quote|>she said, “so long as you’re right and as the | Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?”<|quote|>“I don’t know--and I think I don’t car... | blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what... | in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “... | Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV T... | the subject of his curiosity--for fear of other recognitions. “They put everything on _me_, my dear man--but I haven’t the least idea.” He looked at her askance. “Then why does the fellow say you have?” Much at a loss for the moment, she yet found her way. “Because the fellow’s so agog that he doesn’t know _what_ he sa... | companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know t... | The Outcry |
she said, | No speaker | don’t care. I don’t care,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“so long as you’re right | don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“so long as you’re right and as the greatest light | happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?” “I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“so long as you’re ri... | man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it ... | the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracel... | him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across... | everything on _me_, my dear man--but I haven’t the least idea.” He looked at her askance. “Then why does the fellow say you have?” Much at a loss for the moment, she yet found her way. “Because the fellow’s so agog that he doesn’t know _what_ he says!” In addition to which she was relieved by the reappearance of Gotch,... | He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with... | The Outcry |
“so long as you’re right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.” | Grace | I don’t care,” she said,<|quote|>“so long as you’re right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.”</|quote|>“He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh | I think I don’t care. I don’t care,” she said,<|quote|>“so long as you’re right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.”</|quote|>“He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion | father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?” “I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,” she said,<|quote|>“so long as you’re right and as the greatest l... | could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to ... | Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but... | he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, ... | _me_, my dear man--but I haven’t the least idea.” He looked at her askance. “Then why does the fellow say you have?” Much at a loss for the moment, she yet found her way. “Because the fellow’s so agog that he doesn’t know _what_ he says!” In addition to which she was relieved by the reappearance of Gotch, who bore on a... | left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about fo... | The Outcry |
“He _is_ the greatest” | Crimble | of all declares you are.”<|quote|>“He _is_ the greatest”</|quote|>--Hugh was vividly of that | and as the greatest light of all declares you are.”<|quote|>“He _is_ the greatest”</|quote|>--Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see | darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?” “I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,” she said, “so long as you’re right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.”<|quote|>“He _is_ the greatest”</|quote|>--Hugh was vividly of th... | come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t... | Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off ... | Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your... | why does the fellow say you have?” Much at a loss for the moment, she yet found her way. “Because the fellow’s so agog that he doesn’t know _what_ he says!” In addition to which she was relieved by the reappearance of Gotch, who bore on a salver the object he had been sent for and to which he duly called attention. “Th... | she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted t... | The Outcry |
--Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: | No speaker | are.” “He _is_ the greatest”<|quote|>--Hugh was vividly of that opinion now:</|quote|>“I could see it as | light of all declares you are.” “He _is_ the greatest”<|quote|>--Hugh was vividly of that opinion now:</|quote|>“I could see it as soon as I got there | of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?” “I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,” she said, “so long as you’re right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.” “He _is_ the greatest”<|quote|>--Hugh was vividly of that opinion now:</|quote|>“I could ... | Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anyt... | reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room... | companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know t... | say you have?” Much at a loss for the moment, she yet found her way. “Because the fellow’s so agog that he doesn’t know _what_ he says!” In addition to which she was relieved by the reappearance of Gotch, who bore on a salver the object he had been sent for and to which he duly called attention. “The large red morocco ... | a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then... | The Outcry |
“I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten minutes: he had come... | Crimble | vividly of that opinion now:<|quote|>“I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but... | _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now:<|quote|>“I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else ... | than anything else to give you and me his final curse?” “I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,” she said, “so long as you’re right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.” “He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now:<|quote|>“I could see it as soon as I got there with him, t... | optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his fin... | sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed ... | the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathl... | for the moment, she yet found her way. “Because the fellow’s so agog that he doesn’t know _what_ he says!” In addition to which she was relieved by the reappearance of Gotch, who bore on a salver the object he had been sent for and to which he duly called attention. “The large red morocco case.” Lady Sandgate fairly ju... | preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bend... | The Outcry |
“Naturally you had!” | Grace | seen, and _I_ had conquered.”<|quote|>“Naturally you had!”</|quote|>--the girl hung on him | he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.”<|quote|>“Naturally you had!”</|quote|>--the girl hung on him for it; “and what was | the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten minutes: he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.”<|quote|>“Naturally you had!”</|quote|>--the girl ... | don’t care. I don’t care,” she said, “so long as you’re right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.” “He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for t... | the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My fath... | Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me... | on my desk,” she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-g... | many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just th... | The Outcry |
--the girl hung on him for it; | No speaker | had conquered.” “Naturally you had!”<|quote|>--the girl hung on him for it;</|quote|>“and what was happening beyond | he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!”<|quote|>--the girl hung on him for it;</|quote|>“and what was happening beyond everything else was that for | and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten minutes: he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!”<|quote|>--the girl hung on him for it;</|quo... | don’t care,” she said, “so long as you’re right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.” “He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great mom... | The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly ret... | even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily a... | she said to Gotch, though waiting till he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” ... | reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Gr... | The Outcry |
“and what was happening beyond everything else was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” | Grace | hung on him for it;<|quote|>“and what was happening beyond everything else was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.”</|quote|>“Well, he did let poor | “Naturally you had!” --the girl hung on him for it;<|quote|>“and what was happening beyond everything else was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.”</|quote|>“Well, he did let poor Pappend... | for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten minutes: he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!” --the girl hung on him for it;<|quote|>“and what was happening beyond everythi... | you’re right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.” “He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--wit... | now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shado... | thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to publish it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” ... | he had departed again before she resumed to her visitor: “Mightn’t we conclude before he comes?” “The Prince?” Mr. Bender’s imagination had strayed from the ground to which she sought to lead it back, and it but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady S... | delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is delighted to pu... | The Outcry |
“Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” | Crimble | the spot a great man.”<|quote|>“Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,”</|quote|>Hugh went on in his | stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.”<|quote|>“Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,”</|quote|>Hugh went on in his gladness, “what f... | and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!” --the girl hung on him for it; “and what was happening beyond everything else was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.”<|quote|>“Well, he did l... | charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten minutes: he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you... | does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?” “I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,” sh... | everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically... | but vaguely retraced its steps. “Will _he_ want your great-grandmother?” “Well, he may when he sees her!” Lady Sandgate laughed. “And Theign, when he comes, will give you on his own question, I feel sure, every information. Shall I fish it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at whic... | Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father h... | The Outcry |
Hugh went on in his gladness, | No speaker | you really want to know,”<|quote|>Hugh went on in his gladness,</|quote|>“what for _us_ has most | seize my point. And if you really want to know,”<|quote|>Hugh went on in his gladness,</|quote|>“what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, | stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,”<|quote|>Hugh went on in his gladness,</|quote|>“what f... | matter of ten minutes: he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!” --the girl hung on him for it; “and what was happening beyond everything else was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized ... | to give you and me his final curse?” “I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,” she said, “so long as you’re right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.” “He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There... | hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?... | it out for you?” she encouragingly asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for tw... | She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. ... | The Outcry |
“what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” | Crimble | went on in his gladness,<|quote|>“what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--”</|quote|>“Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes | really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness,<|quote|>“what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--”</|quote|>“Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” | spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness,<|quote|>“what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously tak... | come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!” --the girl hung on him for it; “and what was happening beyond everything else was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” “Wel... | final curse?” “I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,” she said, “so long as you’re right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.” “He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thi... | you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl ... | asked, beside him by her secretary-desk, at which he had arrived under her persuasive guidance and where she sought solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what ... | Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping attention to Hugh. “I’ve just left our blest Bardi,” said that young man-- “who hasn’t the shadow of a doubt and is... | The Outcry |
“Your reputation,” | Grace | his opinion, for my career--”<|quote|>“Your reputation,”</|quote|>she cried, “blazes out and | place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--”<|quote|>“Your reputation,”</|quote|>she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did | that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--”<|quote|>“Your reputation,”</|quote|>she cried, “blazes out... | what was happening beyond everything else was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge ... | right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.” “He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Ma... | asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for al... | solidly to establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with cerem... | emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantova... | The Outcry |
she cried, | No speaker | for my career--” “Your reputation,”<|quote|>she cried,</|quote|>“blazes out and your fortune’s | is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,”<|quote|>she cried,</|quote|>“blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy | judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,”<|quote|>she cried,</|quote|>“blazes out and your for... | happening beyond everything else was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t,... | as the greatest light of all declares you are.” “He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to... | her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah,... | establish him, opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in c... | room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A M... | The Outcry |
“blazes out and your fortune’s made?” | Grace | career--” “Your reputation,” she cried,<|quote|>“blazes out and your fortune’s made?”</|quote|>He did a happy violence | in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried,<|quote|>“blazes out and your fortune’s made?”</|quote|>He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi | even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried,<|quote|>“blazes out and your fortune’s made?”</|quote|>He... | everything else was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a... | greatest light of all declares you are.” “He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take i... | but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ tha... | opening out the gilded crimson case for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with ... | him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to L... | The Outcry |
He did a happy violence to his modesty. | No speaker | out and your fortune’s made?”<|quote|>He did a happy violence to his modesty.</|quote|>“Well, Bardi adores intelligence and | “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?”<|quote|>He did a happy violence to his modesty.</|quote|>“Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to | rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?”<|quote|>He did a happy violence to his modes... | original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize... | are.” “He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one els... | Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried... | for his employ, so that he had but to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her han... | it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for... | The Outcry |
“Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” | Crimble | happy violence to his modesty.<|quote|>“Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.”</|quote|>“Then you need take off | fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty.<|quote|>“Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.”</|quote|>“Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was | And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty.<|quote|>“Well, Bardi adores intelligence... | genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh wen... | of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten... | child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, q... | to help himself. “What enormous cheques! _You_ can never draw one for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and imm... | wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at L... | The Outcry |
“Then you need take off yours to nobody!” | Grace | off his hat to me.”<|quote|>“Then you need take off yours to nobody!”</|quote|>--such was Lady Grace’s proud | Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.”<|quote|>“Then you need take off yours to nobody!”</|quote|>--such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like | his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.”<|quote|>“Then you need tak... | on the spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously take... | I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten minutes: he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had ... | Prince!” --the girl was vague. “Is he coming?” “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’... | for two-pound-ten!” “That’s exactly what you deserve I _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presente... | you are.” “He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one... | The Outcry |
--such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. | No speaker | take off yours to nobody!”<|quote|>--such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion.</|quote|>“But I should like to | to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!”<|quote|>--such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion.</|quote|>“But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” | and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!”<|quote|>--such was Lady Grace’s pro... | did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, ... | There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten minutes: he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!” --the girl h... | “At five-forty-five.” With which she consulted her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the ... | _should_ do!” He remained after this solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, i... | action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you... | The Outcry |
“But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” | Grace | was Lady Grace’s proud opinion.<|quote|>“But I should like to take off mine to _him_,”</|quote|>she added; “which I seem | off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion.<|quote|>“But I should like to take off mine to _him_,”</|quote|>she added; “which I seem to have put on--to get | that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion.<|quote|>“But I should like to ... | at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputatio... | with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten minutes: he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!” --the girl hung on him for it; “and what was hap... | her bracelet watch, but only at once to wail for alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could affo... | solemnly still, however, like some high-priest circled with ceremonies; in consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so... | it everywhere.” “Will he publish it right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynica... | The Outcry |
she added; | No speaker | take off mine to _him_,”<|quote|>she added;</|quote|>“which I seem to have | “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,”<|quote|>she added;</|quote|>“which I seem to have put on--to get out and | cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,”<|quote|>she added;</|quote|>“which I seem to... | couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a ... | practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten minutes: he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!” --the girl hung on him for it; “and what was happening beyond everything else was that for your origina... | alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hot... | consonance with which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well,... | alarm. “Ah, it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hot... | The Outcry |
“which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.” | Grace | mine to _him_,” she added;<|quote|>“which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.”</|quote|>Hugh, as he looked her | should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added;<|quote|>“which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.”</|quote|>Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in | out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added;<|quote|>“which I seem to have put on--to get out... | with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence ... | ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten minutes: he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!” --the girl hung on him for it; “and what was happening beyond everything else was that for your original dear divinati... | it _is_ that, and I’m not dressed!” She hurried off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, r... | which, the next moment, both her hands held out to him the open and immaculate page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to y... | listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from hi... | The Outcry |
Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in bliss. | No speaker | away with you--expressly for that.”<|quote|>Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in bliss.</|quote|>“Ah, we’ll go forth together | put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.”<|quote|>Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in bliss.</|quote|>“Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your | adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added; “which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.”<|quote|>Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in... | you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off ... | speak of--it was but a matter of ten minutes: he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!” --the girl hung on him for it; “and what was happening beyond everything else was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--y... | Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism.... | page of the oblong series much as they might have presented a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many min... | And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more ... | The Outcry |
“Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” | Crimble | took it up in bliss.<|quote|>“Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.”</|quote|>His friend yet had on | as he looked her over, took it up in bliss.<|quote|>“Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.”</|quote|>His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. | need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added; “which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.” Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in bliss.<|quote|>“Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to ... | “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!... | come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!” --the girl hung on him for it; “and what was happening beyond everything else was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” “Wel... | “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince com... | a royal infant at the christening-font. He failed, in his preoccupation, to receive it; so she placed it before him on the table, coming away with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the r... | addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick questi... | The Outcry |
His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. | No speaker | good he thinks of me.”<|quote|>His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought.</|quote|>“The only thing is that | him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.”<|quote|>His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought.</|quote|>“The only thing is that our awful American----!” But he | I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.” Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in bliss. “Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.”<|quote|>His friend yet had on this a sombre secon... | and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added; “which I seem to have put on--to get out and away wi... | was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to... | Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visib... | with a brave gay “Well, I leave it to you!” She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it dis... | right here to _me?_” Mr. Bender hungrily asked. “Well,” Hugh smiled, “you can try him.” “But try him how, where?” The great collector, straining to instant action, cast about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for th... | The Outcry |
“The only thing is that our awful American----!” | Grace | this a sombre second thought.<|quote|>“The only thing is that our awful American----!”</|quote|>But he warned her with | His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought.<|quote|>“The only thing is that our awful American----!”</|quote|>But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to | with you--expressly for that.” Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in bliss. “Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought.<|quote|>“The only thing is that our awfu... | his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added; “which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.” Hugh, as he looked her o... | divinations of genius--with every creature all these ages so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to ... | flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else... | She had not, restlessly revolving, kept her discreet distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the se... | you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For the Prince!” --the girl ... | The Outcry |
But he warned her with a raised hand. | No speaker | is that our awful American----!”<|quote|>But he warned her with a raised hand.</|quote|>“Not to speak of our | second thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!”<|quote|>But he warned her with a raised hand.</|quote|>“Not to speak of our awful Briton!” For the door | her over, took it up in bliss. “Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!”<|quote|>But he warned her with a raised h... | off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added; “which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.” Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in bliss. “Ah, we’ll go forth together t... | so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has mo... | it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?” “I ... | distance for many minutes before she found herself almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why... | about for his hat “Where _is_ he, hey?” “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--... | The Outcry |
“Not to speak of our awful Briton!” | Crimble | her with a raised hand.<|quote|>“Not to speak of our awful Briton!”</|quote|>For the door had opened | awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand.<|quote|>“Not to speak of our awful Briton!”</|quote|>For the door had opened from the lobby, admitting Lord | we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand.<|quote|>“Not to speak of our awful Brit... | take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added; “which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.” Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in bliss. “Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, s... | a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it ... | Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?” “I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. ... | almost face to face with the recurrent Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning t... | left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surp... | The Outcry |
For the door had opened from the lobby, admitting Lord Theign, unattended, who, at sight of his daughter and her companion, pulled up and held them a minute in reprehensive view--all at least till Hugh undauntedly, indeed quite cheerfully, greeted him. | No speaker | speak of our awful Briton!”<|quote|>For the door had opened from the lobby, admitting Lord Theign, unattended, who, at sight of his daughter and her companion, pulled up and held them a minute in reprehensive view--all at least till Hugh undauntedly, indeed quite cheerfully, greeted him.</|quote|>“Since you find me aga... | a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!”<|quote|>For the door had opened from the lobby, admitting Lord Theign, unattended, who, at sight of his daughter and her companion, pulled up and held them a minute in reprehensive view--all at least till Hugh undauntedly, indeed quite cheerfully, greeted him.</|quote|... | to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!”<|quote|>For the door had opened from the lobby,... | Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added; “which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.” Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in bliss. “Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him ... | poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my c... | and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?” “I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,” she said, “so long as yo... | Gotch, upright at the door with a fresh announcement. “Mr. Crimble, please--for Lady Grace.” “Mr. Crimble _again?_” --she took it discomposedly. It reached Mr. Bender at the secretary, but to a different effect. “Mr. Crimble? Why he’s just the man I want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for h... | the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his final curse?” “I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,” she sai... | The Outcry |
“Since you find me again in your path, my lord, it’s because I’ve a small, but precious document to deliver you, if you’ll allow me to do so; which I feel it important myself to place in your hand.” | Crimble | indeed quite cheerfully, greeted him.<|quote|>“Since you find me again in your path, my lord, it’s because I’ve a small, but precious document to deliver you, if you’ll allow me to do so; which I feel it important myself to place in your hand.”</|quote|>He drew from his breast | at least till Hugh undauntedly, indeed quite cheerfully, greeted him.<|quote|>“Since you find me again in your path, my lord, it’s because I’ve a small, but precious document to deliver you, if you’ll allow me to do so; which I feel it important myself to place in your hand.”</|quote|>He drew from his breast a pocket-b... | raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!” For the door had opened from the lobby, admitting Lord Theign, unattended, who, at sight of his daughter and her companion, pulled up and held them a minute in reprehensive view--all at least till Hugh undauntedly, indeed quite cheerfully, greeted him.<|quote|>“Since you... | bliss. “Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful ... | gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours ... | his final curse?” “I don’t know--and I think I don’t care. I don’t care,” she said, “so long as you’re right and as the greatest light of all declares you are.” “He _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy... | want to see!” Gotch, turning to the lobby, had only to make way for him. “Here he is, my lady.” “Then tell her ladyship.” “She has come down,” said Gotch while Hugh arrived and his companion withdrew, and while Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and glo... | spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place... | The Outcry |
He drew from his breast a pocket-book and extracted thence a small unsealed envelope; retaining the latter a trifle helplessly in his hand while Lord Theign only opposed to this demonstration an unmitigated blankness. He went none the less bravely on. | No speaker | to place in your hand.”<|quote|>He drew from his breast a pocket-book and extracted thence a small unsealed envelope; retaining the latter a trifle helplessly in his hand while Lord Theign only opposed to this demonstration an unmitigated blankness. He went none the less bravely on.</|quote|>“I mentioned to you the | I feel it important myself to place in your hand.”<|quote|>He drew from his breast a pocket-book and extracted thence a small unsealed envelope; retaining the latter a trifle helplessly in his hand while Lord Theign only opposed to this demonstration an unmitigated blankness. He went none the less bravely on.</|quote|>... | view--all at least till Hugh undauntedly, indeed quite cheerfully, greeted him. “Since you find me again in your path, my lord, it’s because I’ve a small, but precious document to deliver you, if you’ll allow me to do so; which I feel it important myself to place in your hand.”<|quote|>He drew from his breast a pocket-... | is that our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!” For the door had opened from the lobby, admitting Lord Theign, unattended, who, at sight of his daughter and her companion, pulled up and held them a minute in reprehensive view--all at least till Hugh undauntedly... | Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added; “which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.” Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in b... | that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten mi... | Lady Grace, reaching the scene from the other quarter, emerged in bright equipment--in her hat, scarf and gloves. IV These young persons were thus at once confronted across the room, and the girl explained her preparation. “I was listening hard--for your knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right... | Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anyt... | The Outcry |
“I mentioned to you the last time we somewhat infelicitously met that I intended to appeal to another and probably more closely qualified artistic authority on the subject of your so-called Moretto; and I in fact saw the picture half an hour ago with Bardi of Milan, who, there in presence of it, did absolute, did ideal... | Crimble | none the less bravely on.<|quote|>“I mentioned to you the last time we somewhat infelicitously met that I intended to appeal to another and probably more closely qualified artistic authority on the subject of your so-called Moretto; and I in fact saw the picture half an hour ago with Bardi of Milan, who, there in prese... | an unmitigated blankness. He went none the less bravely on.<|quote|>“I mentioned to you the last time we somewhat infelicitously met that I intended to appeal to another and probably more closely qualified artistic authority on the subject of your so-called Moretto; and I in fact saw the picture half an hour ago with B... | feel it important myself to place in your hand.” He drew from his breast a pocket-book and extracted thence a small unsealed envelope; retaining the latter a trifle helplessly in his hand while Lord Theign only opposed to this demonstration an unmitigated blankness. He went none the less bravely on.<|quote|>“I mentione... | pulled up and held them a minute in reprehensive view--all at least till Hugh undauntedly, indeed quite cheerfully, greeted him. “Since you find me again in your path, my lord, it’s because I’ve a small, but precious document to deliver you, if you’ll allow me to do so; which I feel it important myself to place in your... | put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.” Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in bliss. “Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only th... | what was happening or any one else at all to speak of--it was but a matter of ten minutes: he had come, he had seen, and _I_ had conquered.” “Naturally you had!” --the girl hung on him for it; “and what was happening beyond everything else was that for your original dear divination, one of the divinations of genius--wi... | knock and your voice.” “Then know that, thank God, it’s all right!” --Hugh was breathless, jubilant, radiant. “A Mantovano?” she delightedly cried. “A Mantovano!” he proudly gave back. “A Mantovano!” --it carried even Lady Sandgate away. “A Mantovano--a sure thing?” Mr. Bender jumped up from his business, all gaping at... | is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take ... | The Outcry |
His lordship, having faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything... | No speaker | the vexed question as settled.”<|quote|>His lordship, having faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, a... | to join us in regarding the vexed question as settled.”<|quote|>His lordship, having faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated... | been making. I then went with him to his hotel, close at hand, where he dashed me off this brief and rapid, but quite conclusive, Declaration, which, if you’ll be so good as to read it, will enable you perhaps to join us in regarding the vexed question as settled.”<|quote|>His lordship, having faced this speech without... | to another and probably more closely qualified artistic authority on the subject of your so-called Moretto; and I in fact saw the picture half an hour ago with Bardi of Milan, who, there in presence of it, did absolute, did ideal justice, as I had hoped, to the claim I’ve been making. I then went with him to his hotel,... | quite cheerfully, greeted him. “Since you find me again in your path, my lord, it’s because I’ve a small, but precious document to deliver you, if you’ll allow me to do so; which I feel it important myself to place in your hand.” He drew from his breast a pocket-book and extracted thence a small unsealed envelope; reta... | went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need ... | “Don’t you wish I’d tell you?” Hugh, in his personal elation, almost cynically answered. “Won’t you wait for the Prince?” Lady Sandgate had meanwhile asked of her friend; but had turned more inspectingly to Lady Grace before he could reply. “My dear child--though you’re lovely!--are you sure you’re ready for him?” “For... | _is_ the greatest” --Hugh was vividly of that opinion now: “I could see it as soon as I got there with him, the charming creature! There, _before_ the holy thing, and with the place, by good luck, for those great moments, practically to ourselves--without Macintosh to take in what was happening or any one else at all t... | The Outcry |
“If you won’t take what he has for you from Mr. Crimble, father, will you take it from me?” | Grace | the less lifted her voice.<|quote|>“If you won’t take what he has for you from Mr. Crimble, father, will you take it from me?”</|quote|>And then as after some | hopeless look. His daughter none the less lifted her voice.<|quote|>“If you won’t take what he has for you from Mr. Crimble, father, will you take it from me?”</|quote|>And then as after some apparent debate he appeared to | head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so indelicately thrust on his attention. This movement had an ambiguous makeshift air, yet his companions, under the impression of it, exchanged a hopeless look. His daughter none the less lifted her voice.<|quote|>“If you won’t t... | you perhaps to join us in regarding the vexed question as settled.” His lordship, having faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elev... | the last time we somewhat infelicitously met that I intended to appeal to another and probably more closely qualified artistic authority on the subject of your so-called Moretto; and I in fact saw the picture half an hour ago with Bardi of Milan, who, there in presence of it, did absolute, did ideal justice, as I had h... | and away with you--expressly for that.” Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in bliss. “Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only thing is that our awf... | off through the other room. Mr. Bender, quite accepting her retreat, addressed himself again unabashed to Hugh: “It’s your blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flig... | so stupid--you were being baptized on the spot a great man.” “Well, he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has mo... | The Outcry |
And then as after some apparent debate he appeared to decide to heed her, | No speaker | you take it from me?”<|quote|>And then as after some apparent debate he appeared to decide to heed her,</|quote|>“It may be so long | from Mr. Crimble, father, will you take it from me?”<|quote|>And then as after some apparent debate he appeared to decide to heed her,</|quote|>“It may be so long again,” she said, “before you’ve | thrust on his attention. This movement had an ambiguous makeshift air, yet his companions, under the impression of it, exchanged a hopeless look. His daughter none the less lifted her voice. “If you won’t take what he has for you from Mr. Crimble, father, will you take it from me?”<|quote|>And then as after some appare... | a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so indelicately thrust on his attention. This ... | artistic authority on the subject of your so-called Moretto; and I in fact saw the picture half an hour ago with Bardi of Milan, who, there in presence of it, did absolute, did ideal justice, as I had hoped, to the claim I’ve been making. I then went with him to his hotel, close at hand, where he dashed me off this bri... | go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!” For the d... | blest Bardi I want first--I’ll take the Prince after.” The young man clearly could afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what... | I’ve a small, but precious document to deliver you, if you’ll allow me to do so; which I feel it important myself to place in your hand.” He drew from his breast a pocket-book and extracted thence a small unsealed envelope; retaining the latter a trifle helplessly in his hand while Lord Theign only opposed to this demo... | The Outcry |
“It may be so long again,” | Grace | to decide to heed her,<|quote|>“It may be so long again,”</|quote|>she said, “before you’ve a | some apparent debate he appeared to decide to heed her,<|quote|>“It may be so long again,”</|quote|>she said, “before you’ve a chance to do a thing | under the impression of it, exchanged a hopeless look. His daughter none the less lifted her voice. “If you won’t take what he has for you from Mr. Crimble, father, will you take it from me?” And then as after some apparent debate he appeared to decide to heed her,<|quote|>“It may be so long again,”</|quote|>she said, ... | at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so indelicately thrust on his attention. This movement had an ambiguous makeshift air, yet his companions, under the impression of it... | the picture half an hour ago with Bardi of Milan, who, there in presence of it, did absolute, did ideal justice, as I had hoped, to the claim I’ve been making. I then went with him to his hotel, close at hand, where he dashed me off this brief and rapid, but quite conclusive, Declaration, which, if you’ll be so good as... | gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!” For the door had opened from the lobby, admitting Lord Theign, unattended, who, at sight of his daugh... | afford indulgence now. “Then I left him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do wit... | in fact saw the picture half an hour ago with Bardi of Milan, who, there in presence of it, did absolute, did ideal justice, as I had hoped, to the claim I’ve been making. I then went with him to his hotel, close at hand, where he dashed me off this brief and rapid, but quite conclusive, Declaration, which, if you’ll b... | The Outcry |
she said, | No speaker | may be so long again,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“before you’ve a chance to | decide to heed her, “It may be so long again,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.” | a hopeless look. His daughter none the less lifted her voice. “If you won’t take what he has for you from Mr. Crimble, father, will you take it from me?” And then as after some apparent debate he appeared to decide to heed her, “It may be so long again,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“before you’ve a chance to do a thing ... | at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so indelicately thrust on his attention. This movement had an ambiguous makeshift air, yet his companions, under the impression of it, exchanged a hopeless look. ... | with Bardi of Milan, who, there in presence of it, did absolute, did ideal justice, as I had hoped, to the claim I’ve been making. I then went with him to his hotel, close at hand, where he dashed me off this brief and rapid, but quite conclusive, Declaration, which, if you’ll be so good as to read it, will enable you ... | thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!” For the door had opened from the lobby, admitting Lord Theign, unattended, who, at sight of his daughter and her companion, pulled... | him at Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise ... | in reprehensive view--all at least till Hugh undauntedly, indeed quite cheerfully, greeted him. “Since you find me again in your path, my lord, it’s because I’ve a small, but precious document to deliver you, if you’ll allow me to do so; which I feel it important myself to place in your hand.” He drew from his breast a... | The Outcry |
“before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.” | Grace | so long again,” she said,<|quote|>“before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.”</|quote|>“The chance will depend on | heed her, “It may be so long again,” she said,<|quote|>“before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.”</|quote|>“The chance will depend on yourself!” he returned with high | look. His daughter none the less lifted her voice. “If you won’t take what he has for you from Mr. Crimble, father, will you take it from me?” And then as after some apparent debate he appeared to decide to heed her, “It may be so long again,” she said,<|quote|>“before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.”</|quote|>“Th... | floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so indelicately thrust on his attention. This movement had an ambiguous makeshift air, yet his companions, under the impression of it, exchanged a hopeless look. His dau... | of Milan, who, there in presence of it, did absolute, did ideal justice, as I had hoped, to the claim I’ve been making. I then went with him to his hotel, close at hand, where he dashed me off this brief and rapid, but quite conclusive, Declaration, which, if you’ll be so good as to read it, will enable you perhaps to ... | me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!” For the door had opened from the lobby, admitting Lord Theign, unattended, who, at sight of his daughter and her companion, pulled up and he... | Long’s Hotel.” “Why, right near! I’ll come back.” And Mr. Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkene... | “which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--expressly for that.” Hugh, as he looked her over, took it up in bliss. “Ah, we’ll go forth together to him then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second... | The Outcry |
“The chance will depend on yourself!” | Theign | do a thing I ask.”<|quote|>“The chance will depend on yourself!”</|quote|>he returned with high dry | “before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.”<|quote|>“The chance will depend on yourself!”</|quote|>he returned with high dry emphasis. But he held out | you won’t take what he has for you from Mr. Crimble, father, will you take it from me?” And then as after some apparent debate he appeared to decide to heed her, “It may be so long again,” she said, “before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.”<|quote|>“The chance will depend on yourself!”</|quote|>he returned with hig... | a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so indelicately thrust on his attention. This movement had an ambiguous makeshift air, yet his companions, under the impression of it, exchanged a hopeless look. His daughter none the less lifted her voice. “If you won’t take what he h... | did ideal justice, as I had hoped, to the claim I’ve been making. I then went with him to his hotel, close at hand, where he dashed me off this brief and rapid, but quite conclusive, Declaration, which, if you’ll be so good as to read it, will enable you perhaps to join us in regarding the vexed question as settled.” H... | thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!” For the door had opened from the lobby, admitting Lord Theign, unattended, who, at sight of his daughter and her companion, pulled up and held them a minute in reprehensive view--all at le... | Bender’s flight was on the wings of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anyt... | your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added; “which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with y... | The Outcry |
he returned with high dry emphasis. But he held out his hand for the note Hugh had given her and with which she approached him; and though face to face they seemed more separated than brought near by this contact without commerce. She turned away on one side when he had taken the missive, as Hugh had turned away on the... | No speaker | chance will depend on yourself!”<|quote|>he returned with high dry emphasis. But he held out his hand for the note Hugh had given her and with which she approached him; and though face to face they seemed more separated than brought near by this contact without commerce. She turned away on one side when he had taken th... | a thing I ask.” “The chance will depend on yourself!”<|quote|>he returned with high dry emphasis. But he held out his hand for the note Hugh had given her and with which she approached him; and though face to face they seemed more separated than brought near by this contact without commerce. She turned away on one side... | for you from Mr. Crimble, father, will you take it from me?” And then as after some apparent debate he appeared to decide to heed her, “It may be so long again,” she said, “before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.” “The chance will depend on yourself!”<|quote|>he returned with high dry emphasis. But he held out his ... | his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so indelicately thrust on his attention. This movement had an ambiguous makeshift air, yet his companions, under the impression of it, exchanged a hopeless look. His daughter none the less lifted her voice. “If you won’t take what he has for you from Mr. Crimble, ... | hoped, to the claim I’ve been making. I then went with him to his hotel, close at hand, where he dashed me off this brief and rapid, but quite conclusive, Declaration, which, if you’ll be so good as to read it, will enable you perhaps to join us in regarding the vexed question as settled.” His lordship, having faced th... | our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!” For the door had opened from the lobby, admitting Lord Theign, unattended, who, at sight of his daughter and her companion, pulled up and held them a minute in reprehensive view--all at least till Hugh undauntedly, indeed... | of optimism. But it all gave Hugh a quick question for Lady Grace. “Why does the Prince come, and what in the world’s happening?” “My father has suddenly returned--it may have to do with that.” The shadow of his surprise darkened visibly to that of his fear. “Mayn’t it be more than anything else to give you and me his ... | held them a minute in reprehensive view--all at least till Hugh undauntedly, indeed quite cheerfully, greeted him. “Since you find me again in your path, my lord, it’s because I’ve a small, but precious document to deliver you, if you’ll allow me to do so; which I feel it important myself to place in your hand.” He dre... | The Outcry |
“Thank you!” | Theign | out a curt but resonant<|quote|>“Thank you!”</|quote|>While the others awaited his | till then that he brought out a curt but resonant<|quote|>“Thank you!”</|quote|>While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought | those he had passed with Lady Grace in the same connection; their eyes dealt deeply with their eyes--but to the effect of his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant<|quote|>“Thank you!”</|quote|>While ... | coming round this time, almost as by a circuit of the room, and meeting Hugh, who took advantage of it to repeat by a frank gesture his offer of Bardi’s attestation. Lord Theign passed with the young man on this a couple of mute minutes of the same order as those he had passed with Lady Grace in the same connection; th... | Hugh had given her and with which she approached him; and though face to face they seemed more separated than brought near by this contact without commerce. She turned away on one side when he had taken the missive, as Hugh had turned away on the other; Lord Theign drew forth the contents of the envelope and broodingly... | close at hand, where he dashed me off this brief and rapid, but quite conclusive, Declaration, which, if you’ll be so good as to read it, will enable you perhaps to join us in regarding the vexed question as settled.” His lordship, having faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed... | he did let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinio... | I’ve been making. I then went with him to his hotel, close at hand, where he dashed me off this brief and rapid, but quite conclusive, Declaration, which, if you’ll be so good as to read it, will enable you perhaps to join us in regarding the vexed question as settled.” His lordship, having faced this speech without a ... | The Outcry |
While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace. | No speaker | curt but resonant “Thank you!”<|quote|>While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace.</|quote|>“I must let Mr. Bender | that he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!”<|quote|>While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace.</|quote|>“I must let Mr. Bender know----” “Mr. Bender,” Hugh interposed, | had passed with Lady Grace in the same connection; their eyes dealt deeply with their eyes--but to the effect of his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!”<|quote|>While the others awaited... | this time, almost as by a circuit of the room, and meeting Hugh, who took advantage of it to repeat by a frank gesture his offer of Bardi’s attestation. Lord Theign passed with the young man on this a couple of mute minutes of the same order as those he had passed with Lady Grace in the same connection; their eyes deal... | given her and with which she approached him; and though face to face they seemed more separated than brought near by this contact without commerce. She turned away on one side when he had taken the missive, as Hugh had turned away on the other; Lord Theign drew forth the contents of the envelope and broodingly and inex... | hand, where he dashed me off this brief and rapid, but quite conclusive, Declaration, which, if you’ll be so good as to read it, will enable you perhaps to join us in regarding the vexed question as settled.” His lordship, having faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intellig... | let poor Pappendick have it at least-he doesn’t think _he’s_ one: that that eminent judge couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for ... | the less bravely on. “I mentioned to you the last time we somewhat infelicitously met that I intended to appeal to another and probably more closely qualified artistic authority on the subject of your so-called Moretto; and I in fact saw the picture half an hour ago with Bardi of Milan, who, there in presence of it, di... | The Outcry |
“I must let Mr. Bender know----” | Theign | himself--then he addressed Lady Grace.<|quote|>“I must let Mr. Bender know----”</|quote|>“Mr. Bender,” Hugh interposed, “does | further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace.<|quote|>“I must let Mr. Bender know----”</|quote|>“Mr. Bender,” Hugh interposed, “does know. He’s at the present | eyes--but to the effect of his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!” While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace.<|quote|>“I mus... | advantage of it to repeat by a frank gesture his offer of Bardi’s attestation. Lord Theign passed with the young man on this a couple of mute minutes of the same order as those he had passed with Lady Grace in the same connection; their eyes dealt deeply with their eyes--but to the effect of his lordship’s accepting th... | more separated than brought near by this contact without commerce. She turned away on one side when he had taken the missive, as Hugh had turned away on the other; Lord Theign drew forth the contents of the envelope and broodingly and inexpressively read the few lines; after which, as having done justice to their sense... | if you’ll be so good as to read it, will enable you perhaps to join us in regarding the vexed question as settled.” His lordship, having faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself active... | couldn’t, even with such a leg up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a ... | said, “before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.” “The chance will depend on yourself!” he returned with high dry emphasis. But he held out his hand for the note Hugh had given her and with which she approached him; and though face to face they seemed more separated than brought near by this contact without commerce.... | The Outcry |
“Mr. Bender,” | Crimble | must let Mr. Bender know----”<|quote|>“Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>Hugh interposed, “does know. He’s | he addressed Lady Grace. “I must let Mr. Bender know----”<|quote|>“Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>Hugh interposed, “does know. He’s at the present moment with | lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!” While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace. “I must let Mr. Bender know----”<|quote|>“Mr.... | a frank gesture his offer of Bardi’s attestation. Lord Theign passed with the young man on this a couple of mute minutes of the same order as those he had passed with Lady Grace in the same connection; their eyes dealt deeply with their eyes--but to the effect of his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another m... | this contact without commerce. She turned away on one side when he had taken the missive, as Hugh had turned away on the other; Lord Theign drew forth the contents of the envelope and broodingly and inexpressively read the few lines; after which, as having done justice to their sense, he thrust the paper forth again ti... | to read it, will enable you perhaps to join us in regarding the vexed question as settled.” His lordship, having faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with h... | up, rise to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. ... | seemed more separated than brought near by this contact without commerce. She turned away on one side when he had taken the missive, as Hugh had turned away on the other; Lord Theign drew forth the contents of the envelope and broodingly and inexpressively read the few lines; after which, as having done justice to thei... | The Outcry |
Hugh interposed, | No speaker | Mr. Bender know----” “Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>Hugh interposed,</|quote|>“does know. He’s at the | Lady Grace. “I must let Mr. Bender know----” “Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>Hugh interposed,</|quote|>“does know. He’s at the present moment with the author | the gift, which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!” While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace. “I must let Mr. Bender know----” “Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>Hugh interp... | gesture his offer of Bardi’s attestation. Lord Theign passed with the young man on this a couple of mute minutes of the same order as those he had passed with Lady Grace in the same connection; their eyes dealt deeply with their eyes--but to the effect of his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he... | without commerce. She turned away on one side when he had taken the missive, as Hugh had turned away on the other; Lord Theign drew forth the contents of the envelope and broodingly and inexpressively read the few lines; after which, as having done justice to their sense, he thrust the paper forth again till his daught... | it, will enable you perhaps to join us in regarding the vexed question as settled.” His lordship, having faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head ... | to my level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Ba... | face they seemed more separated than brought near by this contact without commerce. She turned away on one side when he had taken the missive, as Hugh had turned away on the other; Lord Theign drew forth the contents of the envelope and broodingly and inexpressively read the few lines; after which, as having done justi... | The Outcry |
“does know. He’s at the present moment with the author of that note at Long’s Hotel.” | Crimble | know----” “Mr. Bender,” Hugh interposed,<|quote|>“does know. He’s at the present moment with the author of that note at Long’s Hotel.”</|quote|>“Then I must now write | “I must let Mr. Bender know----” “Mr. Bender,” Hugh interposed,<|quote|>“does know. He’s at the present moment with the author of that note at Long’s Hotel.”</|quote|>“Then I must now write him” --and his lordship, while | which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!” While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace. “I must let Mr. Bender know----” “Mr. Bender,” Hugh interposed,<|quote|>“doe... | offer of Bardi’s attestation. Lord Theign passed with the young man on this a couple of mute minutes of the same order as those he had passed with Lady Grace in the same connection; their eyes dealt deeply with their eyes--but to the effect of his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he had slipped... | She turned away on one side when he had taken the missive, as Hugh had turned away on the other; Lord Theign drew forth the contents of the envelope and broodingly and inexpressively read the few lines; after which, as having done justice to their sense, he thrust the paper forth again till his daughter became aware an... | enable you perhaps to join us in regarding the vexed question as settled.” His lordship, having faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good de... | level or seize my point. And if you really want to know,” Hugh went on in his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi ad... | probably more closely qualified artistic authority on the subject of your so-called Moretto; and I in fact saw the picture half an hour ago with Bardi of Milan, who, there in presence of it, did absolute, did ideal justice, as I had hoped, to the claim I’ve been making. I then went with him to his hotel, close at hand,... | The Outcry |
“Then I must now write him” | Theign | that note at Long’s Hotel.”<|quote|>“Then I must now write him”</|quote|>--and his lordship, while he | moment with the author of that note at Long’s Hotel.”<|quote|>“Then I must now write him”</|quote|>--and his lordship, while he spoke and from where he | he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!” While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace. “I must let Mr. Bender know----” “Mr. Bender,” Hugh interposed, “does know. He’s at the present moment with the author of that note at Long’s Hotel.”<|quote|>“Then I mu... | mute minutes of the same order as those he had passed with Lady Grace in the same connection; their eyes dealt deeply with their eyes--but to the effect of his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant “T... | away on the other; Lord Theign drew forth the contents of the envelope and broodingly and inexpressively read the few lines; after which, as having done justice to their sense, he thrust the paper forth again till his daughter became aware and received it. She restored it to her friend while her father dandled off anew... | faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so indelicately thru... | his gladness, “what for _us_ has most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yo... | then as after some apparent debate he appeared to decide to heed her, “It may be so long again,” she said, “before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.” “The chance will depend on yourself!” he returned with high dry emphasis. But he held out his hand for the note Hugh had given her and with which she approached him; a... | The Outcry |
--and his lordship, while he spoke and from where he stood, looked in refined disconnectedness out of the window. | No speaker | I must now write him”<|quote|>--and his lordship, while he spoke and from where he stood, looked in refined disconnectedness out of the window.</|quote|>“Will you write _there?_” --and | note at Long’s Hotel.” “Then I must now write him”<|quote|>--and his lordship, while he spoke and from where he stood, looked in refined disconnectedness out of the window.</|quote|>“Will you write _there?_” --and his daughter indicated Lady Sandgate’s | resonant “Thank you!” While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace. “I must let Mr. Bender know----” “Mr. Bender,” Hugh interposed, “does know. He’s at the present moment with the author of that note at Long’s Hotel.” “Then I must now write him”<|quote|>--and hi... | as those he had passed with Lady Grace in the same connection; their eyes dealt deeply with their eyes--but to the effect of his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!” While the others awa... | drew forth the contents of the envelope and broodingly and inexpressively read the few lines; after which, as having done justice to their sense, he thrust the paper forth again till his daughter became aware and received it. She restored it to her friend while her father dandled off anew, but coming round this time, a... | rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so indelicately thrust on his attention. This movement... | most particularly and preciously taken place, it is that in his opinion, for my career--” “Your reputation,” she cried, “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady G... | lordship, having faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so ... | The Outcry |
“Will you write _there?_” | Grace | disconnectedness out of the window.<|quote|>“Will you write _there?_”</|quote|>--and his daughter indicated Lady | he stood, looked in refined disconnectedness out of the window.<|quote|>“Will you write _there?_”</|quote|>--and his daughter indicated Lady Sandgate’s desk, at which we | must let Mr. Bender know----” “Mr. Bender,” Hugh interposed, “does know. He’s at the present moment with the author of that note at Long’s Hotel.” “Then I must now write him” --and his lordship, while he spoke and from where he stood, looked in refined disconnectedness out of the window.<|quote|>“Will you write _there?... | to the effect of his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!” While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace. “I must let Mr. Bender k... | done justice to their sense, he thrust the paper forth again till his daughter became aware and received it. She restored it to her friend while her father dandled off anew, but coming round this time, almost as by a circuit of the room, and meeting Hugh, who took advantage of it to repeat by a frank gesture his offer ... | the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so indelicately thrust on his attention. This movement had an ambiguous makeshift air, yet his companions, under the impression of it, exchanged a hopeless look. His... | “blazes out and your fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added; “which I seem to have put on--to get out... | to you the last time we somewhat infelicitously met that I intended to appeal to another and probably more closely qualified artistic authority on the subject of your so-called Moretto; and I in fact saw the picture half an hour ago with Bardi of Milan, who, there in presence of it, did absolute, did ideal justice, as ... | The Outcry |
--and his daughter indicated Lady Sandgate’s desk, at which we have seen Mr. Bender so importantly seated. Lord Theign had a start at her again speaking to him; but he bent his view on the convenience awaiting him and then, as to have done with so tiresome a matter, took advantage of it. He went and placed himself, an... | No speaker | window. “Will you write _there?_”<|quote|>--and his daughter indicated Lady Sandgate’s desk, at which we have seen Mr. Bender so importantly seated. Lord Theign had a start at her again speaking to him; but he bent his view on the convenience awaiting him and then, as to have done with so tiresome a matter, took advan... | refined disconnectedness out of the window. “Will you write _there?_”<|quote|>--and his daughter indicated Lady Sandgate’s desk, at which we have seen Mr. Bender so importantly seated. Lord Theign had a start at her again speaking to him; but he bent his view on the convenience awaiting him and then, as to have done w... | know----” “Mr. Bender,” Hugh interposed, “does know. He’s at the present moment with the author of that note at Long’s Hotel.” “Then I must now write him” --and his lordship, while he spoke and from where he stood, looked in refined disconnectedness out of the window. “Will you write _there?_”<|quote|>--and his daughte... | his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!” While the others awaited his further pleasure he again bethought himself--then he addressed Lady Grace. “I must let Mr. Bender know----” “Mr. Ben... | sense, he thrust the paper forth again till his daughter became aware and received it. She restored it to her friend while her father dandled off anew, but coming round this time, almost as by a circuit of the room, and meeting Hugh, who took advantage of it to repeat by a frank gesture his offer of Bardi’s attestation... | himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so indelicately thrust on his attention. This movement had an ambiguous makeshift air, yet his companions, under the impression of it, exchanged a hopeless look. His daughter none the less ... | fortune’s made?” He did a happy violence to his modesty. “Well, Bardi adores intelligence and takes off his hat to me.” “Then you need take off yours to nobody!” --such was Lady Grace’s proud opinion. “But I should like to take off mine to _him_,” she added; “which I seem to have put on--to get out and away with you--e... | Lord Theign only opposed to this demonstration an unmitigated blankness. He went none the less bravely on. “I mentioned to you the last time we somewhat infelicitously met that I intended to appeal to another and probably more closely qualified artistic authority on the subject of your so-called Moretto; and I in fact ... | The Outcry |
“Hallo!” | Theign | object, he uttered a sharp<|quote|>“Hallo!”</|quote|>“You don’t find things?” Lady | the display of some incongruous object, he uttered a sharp<|quote|>“Hallo!”</|quote|>“You don’t find things?” Lady Grace asked--as remote from him | bent his view on the convenience awaiting him and then, as to have done with so tiresome a matter, took advantage of it. He went and placed himself, and had reached for paper and a pen when, struck apparently with the display of some incongruous object, he uttered a sharp<|quote|>“Hallo!”</|quote|>“You don’t find thing... | while he spoke and from where he stood, looked in refined disconnectedness out of the window. “Will you write _there?_” --and his daughter indicated Lady Sandgate’s desk, at which we have seen Mr. Bender so importantly seated. Lord Theign had a start at her again speaking to him; but he bent his view on the convenienc... | had passed with Lady Grace in the same connection; their eyes dealt deeply with their eyes--but to the effect of his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!” While the others awaited his fur... | apparent debate he appeared to decide to heed her, “It may be so long again,” she said, “before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.” “The chance will depend on yourself!” he returned with high dry emphasis. But he held out his hand for the note Hugh had given her and with which she approached him; and though face to f... | then--thanks to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!” For the door had opened from the l... | will depend on yourself!” he returned with high dry emphasis. But he held out his hand for the note Hugh had given her and with which she approached him; and though face to face they seemed more separated than brought near by this contact without commerce. She turned away on one side when he had taken the missive, as H... | The Outcry |
“You don’t find things?” | Grace | he uttered a sharp “Hallo!”<|quote|>“You don’t find things?”</|quote|>Lady Grace asked--as remote from | display of some incongruous object, he uttered a sharp “Hallo!”<|quote|>“You don’t find things?”</|quote|>Lady Grace asked--as remote from him in one quarter of | his view on the convenience awaiting him and then, as to have done with so tiresome a matter, took advantage of it. He went and placed himself, and had reached for paper and a pen when, struck apparently with the display of some incongruous object, he uttered a sharp “Hallo!”<|quote|>“You don’t find things?”</|quote|>L... | he spoke and from where he stood, looked in refined disconnectedness out of the window. “Will you write _there?_” --and his daughter indicated Lady Sandgate’s desk, at which we have seen Mr. Bender so importantly seated. Lord Theign had a start at her again speaking to him; but he bent his view on the convenience awai... | passed with Lady Grace in the same connection; their eyes dealt deeply with their eyes--but to the effect of his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!” While the others awaited his further... | debate he appeared to decide to heed her, “It may be so long again,” she said, “before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.” “The chance will depend on yourself!” he returned with high dry emphasis. But he held out his hand for the note Hugh had given her and with which she approached him; and though face to face they ... | to your happy, splendid impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!” For the door had opened from the lobby, admitti... | without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so indelicately thrust on his attentio... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace asked--as remote from him in one quarter of the room as Hugh was in another. | No speaker | “Hallo!” “You don’t find things?”<|quote|>Lady Grace asked--as remote from him in one quarter of the room as Hugh was in another.</|quote|>“On the contrary!” he oddly | object, he uttered a sharp “Hallo!” “You don’t find things?”<|quote|>Lady Grace asked--as remote from him in one quarter of the room as Hugh was in another.</|quote|>“On the contrary!” he oddly replied. But plainly suppressing any | convenience awaiting him and then, as to have done with so tiresome a matter, took advantage of it. He went and placed himself, and had reached for paper and a pen when, struck apparently with the display of some incongruous object, he uttered a sharp “Hallo!” “You don’t find things?”<|quote|>Lady Grace asked--as remot... | where he stood, looked in refined disconnectedness out of the window. “Will you write _there?_” --and his daughter indicated Lady Sandgate’s desk, at which we have seen Mr. Bender so importantly seated. Lord Theign had a start at her again speaking to him; but he bent his view on the convenience awaiting him and then,... | in the same connection; their eyes dealt deeply with their eyes--but to the effect of his lordship’s accepting the gift, which after another minute he had slipped into his breast-pocket. It was not till then that he brought out a curt but resonant “Thank you!” While the others awaited his further pleasure he again beth... | decide to heed her, “It may be so long again,” she said, “before you’ve a chance to do a thing I ask.” “The chance will depend on yourself!” he returned with high dry emphasis. But he held out his hand for the note Hugh had given her and with which she approached him; and though face to face they seemed more separated ... | impulse!--and you’ll back him gorgeously up in the good he thinks of me.” His friend yet had on this a sombre second thought. “The only thing is that our awful American----!” But he warned her with a raised hand. “Not to speak of our awful Briton!” For the door had opened from the lobby, admitting Lord Theign, unattend... | lordship, having faced this speech without a sign, rested on the speaker a somewhat more confessed intelligence, then looked hard at the offered note and hard at the floor--all to avert himself actively afterward and, with his head a good deal elevated, add to his distance, as it were, from every one and everything so ... | The Outcry |
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