An Englishman, you know, is not very profuse in the matter of
thanks, but I mean it.'
'I'm sure you do,' said Von Brent, 'and I'm only sorry that my assistance
cannot be something substantial. Well, good-bye, hoping to see you
to-morrow.'
After he had departed, Kenyon's impatience increased as the hours went
on. He left the hotel, and went direct to the telegraph-office; but
nothing had come for him.
'I'm afraid,' said the operator, 'that there won't be anything more
to-night. If it should come late, shall I send it to your hotel?'
'Certainly; no matter at what hour it comes, I wish you would let me
have it as soon as possible. It is very important.'
Leaving the office, he went up the street and, passing the principal
hotel in the place, saw young Longworth standing under the portico of the
hotel as dapper and correct in costume as ever, his single eyeglass the
admiration of all Ottawa, for there was not another like it in the city.
'How do you do, Kenyon?' said that young man.
'My dear sir,' replied Kenyon, 'the last time you spoke to me you said
you desired to have nothing more to say to me. I cordially reciprocated
that sentiment, and I want to have nothing to say to you.'
'My dear fellow,' cried Longworth jauntily, 'there is no harm done. Of
course, in New York I was a little out of sorts. Everybody is in New
York--beastly hole! I don't think it is worse than Ottawa, but the air is
purer here. By the way, perhaps you and I can make a little arrangement.
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