Of course everything has been different today. But if I'm
to get any genuine good out of my--my fortune--I must pull
away from the City altogether sometime--and why not now?
Of course, some important things are still open--and
they have to be watched night and day--but after all,
Semple--that's my Broker--he could do it for me.
At the most, it won't last more than another six weeks.
There is a settlement-day next week, the 15th,
and another a fortnight after, on the 29th, and another on
September 12th. Well, those three days, if they're worked
as I intend they shall be, and nothing unforeseen happens,
will bring in over four hundred thousand pounds,
and close the 'corner' in Rubber Consols for good.
Then I need never see the City again, thank God! And for
that matter--why, what is six weeks? It's like tomorrow.
I'm going to act as if I were free already. The rain fills
me full of the country. Will you both come with me tomorrow
or next day, and see the Pellesley place in Hertfordshire?
By the photographs it's the best thing in the market.
The newest parts of it are Tudor--and that's what I've
always wanted."
"How unexpected you are!" commented Miss Madden.
"You are almost the last person I should have looked
to for a sentiment about Tudor foundations."
Thorpe put out his lips a trifle.
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