Mrs. Marsh received me
cordially, but not in character; she was the reverse of martial.--
"Really, Farquhar, this is very terrible," said Miss Du Plessis,
laughing; "I hardly know whether to go on. Who knows what dreadful
things may be before us?"
"The taste, Cecile, is shocking; otherwise any child might read his
letters."
"I left off at 'martial.'"
I went to the office, very unlike the Squire's, and pulled White
_off his_ stool before he knew I was there. He told me I had just
come in the nick of time, for he wants to go to some forsaken
watering place down the Gulf--as Madame Lajeunesse said "Law
baw"--and that immediately. So, I get my two weeks next month, by
which time I hope to have got that next of kin matter straightened
out. Then, if I'm let, I'll go up and have my _golf_ with Mr. Errol
on his links. How are his links matrimonial progressing, and
Perrowne's, not to mention those of Ben Toner, Timotheus, yourself,
and other minor personages? Will you commission me to buy the ring?--
"Really, dear, I think I must stop.
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