” Courtlaw refused brusquely, almost rudely. ‘And I’d like to know what the devil—’ ‘Out of town?’ repeated Melusine, stupefied. “Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. Mr. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. Almost worthy of your own fertile imagination. So she brought upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at the Victoria that morning. “How did you hear that?” Lucy’s brows knitted. It was easy to discover that he was a knave, but equally easy to perceive that he was a pleasant fellow; a combination of qualities by no means of rare occurrence. He was accustomed to such surprises, and enjoyed them. Enchanted.
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