'I don't know this man,' she seemed to say, 'and I don't like his
looks.'
Hughs grinned. "I never hurt a dumb animal," he said; "come on, tykie!"
Stimulated by a word she had never thought to hear, Miranda descended
rapidly.
'He meant that for impudence,' thought Hilary as he walked away.
"Westminister, sir? Oh dear!"
A skinny trembling hand was offering him a greenish newspaper.
"Terrible cold wind for the time o' year!"
A very aged man in black-rimmed spectacles, with a distended nose
and long upper lip and chin, was tentatively fumbling out change for
sixpence.
"I seem to know your face," said Hilary.
"Oh dear, yes. You deals with this 'ere shop--the tobacco department.
I've often seen you when you've a-been agoin' in. Sometimes you has
the Pell Mell off o' this man here." He jerked his head a trifle to
the left, where a younger man was standing armed with a sheaf of whiter
papers. In that gesture were years of envy, heart-burning, and sense of
wrong. 'That's my paper,' it seemed to say, 'by all the rights of man;
and that low-class fellow sellin' it, takin' away my profits!'
"I sells this 'ere Westminister. I reads it on Sundays--it's a
gentleman's paper, 'igh-class paper--notwithstandin' of its politics.
But, Lor', sir, with this 'ere man a-sellin' the Pell Mell"--lowering
his voice, he invited Hilary to confidence--"so many o' the gentry takes
that; an' there ain't too many o' the gentry about 'ere--I mean, not o'
the real gentry--that I can afford to 'ave 'em took away from me.
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