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man. for which he was entirely unable to account.
"Johnson, I am afraid, neglected his business sadly," he said "He unfortunately developed bad habits towards the close of his career."
"Drank a Bit, you mean?" Stephen Glask remarked. Poor old chap! I don t wonder at it. You all of you bought your things from the Stores, sent to London for your cartridges, and got your gas from Swindon. Glad I've met you, Sir Austen. 1 am a local man now, and I want some of your trade, please."
Sir Austen stiffened a little.
"My chauffeur buys his own gasoline," he said, "and my cartridges are specially tilled for me by my gunmaker. As to domestic articles, my sister keeps house for me."
"I'll call in and see her," Stephen Glask declared )romptly.
Sir Austen opened his lips — and closed them again. Why should Eve be deprived of an encounter with this
"And I do hope," he begged, "that you are going to be kinder to me than you were to poor old Johnson."
"Poor stuff, that," he pronounced, nodding his head towards the volume which his companion was perusing. The latter stared at the young man, this time in real surprise.
U 4 POETASTER," he remarked, with faint satire, "as well as a specialist in hardware?" Mr. Stephen Glask was unabashed.
"I've read those verses, if that's what you mean," he answered: "and you'll think the same as I do of them when you've
extraordinary young man? It would certainly amuse her. It might also be good for the young man! Sir Austen resumed his reading without remark. Mr. Stephen Glask, however, had finished with him.
finished. There are a few pretty thoughts — the snowstorm in the cherry orchard, for instance; but most of the things are too florid, and the fellow hasn't a single original metre. It's the music of Swinburne and Keats to an inferior a n d uninspired setting — vide the Athenccum."
"You find time to read the Sir Austen inquied, slowly. "And the Iromouijer's Weekly Record," Stephen Glask admitted, cheerfully. "I have a catholic taste in literature. Good afternoon, Sir Austen. I wish you'd speak to your chauffeur about the gasoline. I'll call in and see your sister myself about the other things."
Mr. Stephen Glask strolled off, not by
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