And--well, I tell you, Mr. Vanderpoel, he
LOVES that place--he's crazy about it. And he's proud--I don't mean he's
got the swell-head, because he hasn't--but he's just proud. Now, for
instance, he hasn't any use for men like himself that marry just for
money. He's seen a lot of it, and it's made him sick. He's not that
kind."
He had been asked and had answered a good many questions before he went
away, but each had dropped into the talk so incidentally that he had
not recognised them as queries. He did not know that Lord Mount Dunstan
stood out a clearly defined figure in Mr. Vanderpoel's mind, a figure to
be reflected upon, and one not without its attraction.
"Miss Vanderpoel tells me," Mr. Vanderpoel said, when the interview was
drawing to a close, "that you are an agent for the Delkoff typewriter."
G. Selden flushed slightly.
"Yes, sir," he answered, "but I didn't----"
"I hear that three machines are in use on the Stornham estate, and that
they have proved satisfactory."
"It's a good machine," said G. Selden, his flush a little deeper.
Mr. Vanderpoel smiled.
"You are a business-like young man," he said, "and I have no doubt you
have a catalogue in your pocket.
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