.. will induce us ... where did I put that
letter? Ah! ... nothing will induce us ... oh, tell 'em to go 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 client ... oh,
hullo, Sam!"
"Good morning, 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 names I'm hanged 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 seemed to
remember that the latter had just returned from a long journey, and
that he had not seen him for many weeks. He inspected him with
interest.
"Very glad to see you're back, Sam.
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