A Change of Air. Hope Anthony
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Название: A Change of Air

Автор: Hope Anthony

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СКАЧАТЬ then at Arthur Angell, and lastly, like a knife, at his own breast, said:

      "Pounds – shillings – and pence. He sent me nothing at all."

      A pause followed, and the genius began:

      "Look here, you fellows – " But Philip Hume went on: "Ten and sixpence is a good sum of money, a comfortable sum of money, and, my dear Arthur, I should say the full value of your poem. As to Dale's poem, who knows the value of Dale's poem? By what rod shall you measure – " He broke off with a laugh at Dale's gesture of protest.

      "I'm making the deuce of a lot of money," said Dale in an awestruck tone. "It's rolling in. I don't know what to do with it."

      "Littlehill will swallow it," said Philip.

      "You don't mean that he sticks to that idea?" exclaimed Arthur. "You don't, do you, Dale?"

      "I do," answered Dale. "I'm not going permanently. I'm not going to forsake our old ways or our old life. I'm not going to turn into a rich man."

      "I hope not, by Jove!" cried Arthur.

      "But I want to see the country – I've not seen it for years. And I want to see country people, and – and – "

      "It'll end in our losing you," prophesied Arthur gloomily.

      "Nonsense!" said Dale, flushing a little. "It'll end in nothing of the sort. I've only taken the house for a year."

      "A gentleman's residence," said Philip; "five sitting rooms, twelve bedrooms, offices, stabling, and three acres of grounds."

      Arthur groaned.

      "It sounds a villa all over," he said.

      "Not at all," said Dale sharply; "it's a country house."

      "Is there any difference?" asked Arthur scornfully.

      "All the difference," said Philip; "as you would know if you moved in anything approaching respectable circles."

      "I'm glad I don't," said Arthur. "What will respectable circles say to 'The Clarion,' eh, Dale?"

      "Who cares what they say?" laughed Dale. "They seem to buy it."

      Arthur looked at him with revengeful eye, and suddenly inquired.

      "What about Nellie?"

      "That's just the delightful part of it," answered Dale eagerly. "Nellie's been seedy ever so long, you know. She was ordered perfect rest and country air. But it didn't run to it."

      "It never ran to anything here," said Philip in a tone of dispassionate acquiescence in facts, "till you became famous."

      "Now I can help!" pursued Dale. "She and Mrs. Hodge are coming to pay me a long visit. Of course, Phil's going to be there permanently. You'll come too, Arthur?"

      At first Arthur Angell said he would not go near a villa; he could not breath in a villa; or sleep quiet o' nights in a villa; but presently he relented.

      "I can't stand it for long, though," he said. "Still, I'm glad you're going to have Nellie there. She'd have missed you awfully. When do you go?"

      "Actually, to-morrow. I'm not used to it yet."

      Arthur shook his head again, as he put on his hat.

      "Well, good-night," said he. "I hope it's all right."

      Dale waited till the door was closed behind his guest, and then laughed good-humoredly.

      "I like old Arthur," he said. "He's so keen and in earnest about it. But it's all bosh. What difference can it make whether I live in London or the country? And it's only for a little while."

      "He begins to include you in the well-to-do classes, and suspects you accordingly," replied Philip.

      There was a knock at the door, and a pretty girl came in.

      "Oh, I ran up," she said, "to ask whether this hat would do for Denshire. I don't want to disgrace you, Dale;" and she held up a hat she carried in her hand.

      "It would do for Paradise," said Dale. "Besides, there isn't going to be any difference at all in Denshire. We are going to be and do and dress just as we are and do and dress here. Aren't we, Phil?"

      "That is the scheme," said Philip.

      "We shall care for no one's opinion," pursued Dale, warming to his subject. "We shall be absolutely independent. We shall show them that their way of living is not the only way of living. We – "

      "In fact, Nellie," interrupted Philip, "we shall open their eyes considerably. So we flatter ourselves."

      "It's not that at all," protested Dale.

      "You can't help it, Dale," said Nellie, smiling brightly at him. "Of course they will open their eyes at the great Mr. Bannister. We all open our eyes at him, don't we, Mr. Hume? Well, then, the hat will do – as a week-day hat, I mean?"

      "A week-day hat?" repeated Philip. "Dear old phrase! It recalls one's happy church-going youth. Have you also provided a Sunday hat?"

      "Of course, Mr. Hume."

      "And, Dale, have you a Sunday coat?"

      Dale laughed.

      "It's a pretty excuse for pretty things, Phil," he said. "Let Nellie have her Sunday hat. I doubt if they'll let me into the church."

      Philip stretched out his hand and took up a glass of whisky and water which stood near him.

      "I drink to the success of the expedition!" said he.

      "To the success of our mission!" cried Dale gayly, raising his glass. "We will spread the light!"

      "Here's to Dale Bannister, apostle in partibus!" and Philip drank the toast.

      CHAPTER II.

      The New Man at Littlehill

      Market Denborough is not a large town. Perhaps it is none the worse for that, and, if it be, there is compensation to be found in its picturesqueness, its antiquity, and its dignity; for there has been a town where it stands from time immemorial; it makes a great figure in county histories and local guidebooks; it is an ancient corporation, an assize town, and quarter-sessions borough. It does not grow, for country towns, dependent solely on the support of the rural districts surrounding, are not given to growing much nowadays. Moreover, the Delanes do not readily allow new houses to be built, and if a man lives in Market Denborough, he must be a roofless vagrant or a tenant of Mr. Delane. It is not the place to make a fortune; but, on the other hand, unusual recklessness is necessary to the losing of one there. If the triumphs of life are on a small scale, the struggle for existence is not very fierce, and a wise man might do worse than barter the uncertain chances and precarious joys of a larger stage, to play a modest, easy, quiet part on the little boards of Market Denborough.

      It must not, however, be supposed that the lion and the lamb have quite sunk their differences and lain down together at Market Denborough. There, as elsewhere, the millennium tarries, and there are not wanting fierce feuds, personal, municipal, nay, even, within the wide limits of Mr. Delane's tolerance, political. If it were not so, the Mayor would not have been happy, for СКАЧАТЬ