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865 girl’s name?’ ‘Oh deep, deep! See now how deep that is!’ exclaimed old Arthur. ‘He knows I want his help, he knows he can give it me, he knows it must all turn to his advantage, he sees the thing already. Her name--is there nobody within hearing?’ ‘Why, who the devil should there be?’ retorted Ralph, testily. ‘I didn’t know but that perhaps somebody might be passing up or down the stairs,’ said Arthur Gride, after looking out at the door and carefully reclosing it; ‘or but that your man might have come back and might have been listening outside. Clerks and servants have a trick of listening, and I should have been very uncomfortable if Mr Noggs--’ ‘Curse Mr Noggs,’ said Ralph, sharply, ‘and go on with what you have to say.’ ‘Curse Mr Noggs, by all means,’ rejoined old Arthur; ‘I am sure I have not the least objection to that. Her name is--’ ‘Well,’ said Ralph, rendered very irritable by old Arthur’s pausing again ‘what is it?’ ‘Madeline Bray.’ Whatever reasons there might have been--and Arthur Gride appeared to have anticipated some--for the mention of this name producing an effect upon Ralph, or whatever effect it really did produce upon him, he permitted none to manifest itself, but calmly repeated the name several times, as if reflecting when and where he had heard it before. ‘Bray,’ said Ralph. ‘Bray--there was young Bray of--,no, he never had a daughter.’ ‘You remember Bray?’ rejoined Arthur Gride. ‘No,’ said Ralph, looking vacantly at him. |
