The Small House at Allington eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 972 pages of information about The Small House at Allington.

The Small House at Allington eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 972 pages of information about The Small House at Allington.

“I don’t suppose she does,” said Eames.

“Well; she may or she mayn’t.  I hope with all my heart she doesn’t.”

“And where is he now?”

“This is between ourselves, you know; but she went to find him this afternoon.  Unless he gives her money she can’t stay here, nor, for the matter of that, will she be able to go away.  If I mention something to you, you won’t tell any one?”

“Of course I won’t.”

“I wouldn’t have it known to any one for the world.  I’ve lent her seven pounds ten.  It’s that which makes me so short with mother Roper.”

“Then I think you’re a fool for your pains.”

“Ah, that’s so like you.  I always said you’d no feeling of real romance.  If I cared for a woman I’d give her the coat off my back.”

“I’d do better than that,” said Johnny.  “I’d give her the heart out of my body.  I’d be chopped up alive for a girl I loved; but it shouldn’t be for another man’s wife.”

“That’s a matter of taste.  But she’s been to Lupex to-day at that house he goes to in Drury Lane.  She had a terrible scene there.  He was going to commit suicide in the middle of the street, and she declares that it all comes from jealousy.  Think what a time I have of it—­standing always, as one may say, on gunpowder.  He may turn up here any moment, you know.  But, upon my word, for the life of me I cannot desert her.  If I were to turn my back on her she wouldn’t have a friend in the world.  And how’s L. D.?  I’ll tell you what it is—­you’ll have some trouble with the divine Amelia.”

“Shall I?”

“By Jove, you will.  But how’s L. D. all this time?”

“L.  D. is engaged to be married to a man named Adolphus Crosbie,” said poor Johnny, slowly.  “If you please, we will not say any more about her.”

“Whew—­w—­w!  That’s what makes you so down in the mouth!  L. D. going to marry Crosbie!  Why, that’s the man who is to be the new secretary at the General Committee Office.  Old Huffle Scuffle, who was their chair, has come to us, you know.  There’s been a general move at the G. C., and this Crosbie has got to be secretary.  He’s a lucky chap, isn’t he?”

“I don’t know anything about his luck.  He’s one of those fellows that make me hate them the first time I look at them.  I’ve a sort of a feeling that I shall live to kick him some day.”

“That’s the time, is it?  Then I suppose Amelia will have it all her own way now.”

“I’ll tell you what, Caudle.  I’d sooner get up through the trap-door, and throw myself off the roof into the area, than marry Amelia Roper.”

“Have you and she had any conversation since you came back?”

“Not a word.”

“Then I tell you fairly you’ve got trouble before you.  Amelia and Maria,—­Mrs Lupex, I mean,—­are as thick as thieves just at present, and they have been talking you over.  Maria,—­that is, Mrs Lupex,—­lets it all out to me.  You’ll have to mind where you are, old fellow.”

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