He had found a letter from Kitty in the
bedroom, in which she had bidden him good-bye for ever, but this he
did not show to Mrs Pulchop, merely stating to that worthy lady that
his 'wife' had left him.
'And it ain't to be wondered at, the outraged angel,' she said to
Gaston, as he stood at the door, faultlessly dressed, ready to go
into town; 'the way you treated her were shameful.'
Gaston shrugged his shoulders, lit a cigarette, and smiled at Mrs
Pulchop.
'My dear lady,' he said, blandly, 'pray attend to your medicine
bottles and leave my domestic affairs alone; you certainly
understand the one, but I doubt your ability to come to any
conclusion regarding the other.'
'Fine words don't butter no parsnips,' retorted Mrs Pulchop,
viciously; 'and if Pulchop weren't an Apoller, he had a kind heart.'
'Spare me these domestic stories, please,' said Vandeloup, coldly,
'they do not interest me in the least; since my "wife",' with a
sneer, 'has gone, I will leave your hospitable roof. I will send for
all my property either today or to-morrow, and if you make out your
account in the meantime, my messenger will pay it. Good day!' and
without another word Vandeloup walked slowly off down the path,
leaving Mrs Pulchop speechless with indignation.
He went into town first, to the City of Melbourne Bank, and cashed
Meddlechip's cheque for six hundred pounds, then, calling a hansom,
he drove along to the Hibernian Bank, where he had an account, and
paid it into his credit, reserving ten pounds for his immediate use.
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