"Droll
place to talk sentiment in--Cornhill, isn't it? But Ethel, as I told you,
is in the hands of higher powers, and we must conciliate Lady Kew if we
can. She has always spoken very highly of Clive; very."
"Had I not best go to her?" asks the Colonel.
"Into the North, my good sir? She is--ah--she is travelling about. I
think you had best depend upon me, Good morning. In the City we have no
hearts, you know, Colonel. Be sure you shall hear from me as soon as Lady
Kew and Ethel come to town."
And the banker hurried away, shaking his finger-tips to his uncle, and
leaving the good Colonel utterly surprised at his statements. For the
fact is, the Colonel knew that Lady Kew was in London, having been
apprised of the circumstance in the simplest manner in the world, namely,
by a note from Miss Ethel, which billet he had in his pocket, whilst he
was talking with the head of the house of Hobson Brothers:--
"My dear uncle" (the note said), "how glad I shall be to see you! How
shall I thank you for the beautiful shawl, and the kind, kind remembrance
of me? I found your present yesterday evening, on our arrival from the
North.
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