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"I haven't," agreed Sam "Is my father in? I'd like to see him if he's not busy"

Mr Peters, recalled to his professional duties, shed his sinister front like a gar tube and blen it

"Mr Sao right in, Mr Samuel?"

Sam proceeded to the inner office, and found his father dictating into the attentive ear of Miss Milliken, his elderly and respectable stenographer, replies to his riround did not extend to his person Sir Mallaby Marloas a dapper littlecoat had been cut by London's best tailor, and his trousers perfectly creased by a sedulous valet A pink carnation in his buttonhole olf handicap elve His sister, Mrs Horace Hignett, considered him worldly

"Dear Sirs: We are in receipt of your favour and in reply beg to state that nothing will induce uswill induce uswhere did I put that letter? Ah!nothing will induce usoh, tell 'eo to blazes, Miss Milliken"

"Very well, Sir Mallaby"

"That's that Ready? Messrs Brigney, Goole and Butterworth What infernal names these people have Sirs, on behalf of our clientoh, hullo, Sam!"

"Good , father"

"Take a seat I'm busy, but I'll be finished in a moment Where was I, Miss Milliken?"

"On behalf of our client"

"Oh, yes On behalf of our client, Mr Wibblesley Eggshaw Where these people get their naed if I know Your poor mother wanted to call you Hyacinth, Sam You may not know it, but in the 'nineties, when you were born, children were frequently christened Hyacinth Well, I saved you from that"

His attention was now diverted to his son, Sir Mallaby see journey, and that he had not seen hilad to see you're back, Saot beaten in the semi-finals"

"American amateurs are a very hot lot: the best ones I suppose you eak on the greens, I warned you about that You'll have to rub up your putting before next year"

At the idea that anycould appeal to his broken spirit now, Sah It was as if Dante had recommended so jumpers