The Market-Place by Harold Frederic
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how to open one of those soda-water bottles? I've tried,
but I can never get the trick. I think I should like to have a drink--after this." When they had put down their glasses, and the younger man was getting into his great-coat, Thorpe bestowed the brandy and cigars within a cabinet at the corner of the room, and carefully turned a key upon them. "If you're going West, let me give you a lift," said Lord Plowden, hat in hand. "I can set you down wherever you like. Unfortunately I've to go out to dinner, and I must race, as it is, to get dressed." Thorpe shook his head. "No, go along," he bade him. "I've some odds and ends of things to do on the way." "Then when shall I see you?"--began the other, and halted suddenly with a new thought in his glance. "But what are you doing Saturday?" he asked, in a brisker tone. "It's a dies non here. Come down with me to-morrow evening, to my place in Kent. We will shoot on Saturday, and drive about on Sunday, if you like--and there we can talk at our leisure. Yes, that is what you must do. I have a gun for you. Shall we say, then--Charing Cross at 9:55? Or better still, say 5:15, and we will dine at home." The elder man pondered his answer--frowning at the problem before him with visible anxiety. "I'm afraid I'd better |
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