The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 195: what you’re looking at

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178 REYNOLDS’ WORKS said Mr. Marlow, ‘‘as I have got something particular to do at home. And yet you and I, Malton, must manage to have an hour’s conversation in the morning relative to that lawsuit,’’ alluding to the business of which they had been conversing, and which was of great importance to their clients, though of none to the reader. ‘ Shall I run down to you very early? ” asked Mr. Malton. “Why can’t you come home with me to-night?” sug- gested the bustling Marlow, taking off his kid glove and displaying a splendid diamond ring as he ran his fingers through his hair. “‘ Sleep at my house, and then we can talk over the whole thing at breakfast-time to-morrow. You are a bachelor,” he added, laughing, “ and have no account to give of your conduct to anybody.”’ “Well, be it so,’’ responded the junior partner, after a few moments’ consideration. “‘ When my carriage comes, I wili order it to be dismissed.’’ . “And you will take a seat with me in mine,” was Mr. Marlow’s prompt rejoinder. ‘* We shall leave at midnight, for I can’t stand late hours,’’ and he played somewhat conceitedly with his superb gold guard-chain. “Nor I either,” responded Mr. Malton. This little arrangement being entered into, the two lawyers separated, and proceeded to different parts of the room to mingle amongst the gay and brilliant groups of Lady Saxon- dale’s guests. But we need not extend this chapter nor dwell at any greater length upon the details of the splendid entertainment, but will at once proceed to turn the reader’s attention to a place and a scene contrasting marvellously with the sumptuous mansion and the glittering throng whereof we are now taking our leave. CONNIE OO KS (E(0)