Mortimer mourned; "then I should have had the spare room I had planned--"
Mortimer was still disturbed at her inability to put them up for the night, and Saxon changed the conversation by pleading to be told more.
Mortimer led Saxon into talking about herself and Billy, and betrayed not the slightest shock when she learned of his prizefighting and scab-slugging proclivities.
Mortimer turned her head to Billy, who was just entering.
Mortimer went to the bookshelves and quickly returned with a large, soberly-bound volume.
Mortimer offered to present Saxon with "The Story of the Files"; but Saxon shook her head and got some money from Billy.
A passing remembrance of Mrs Veneering, here induces Mortimer to address his next half-dozen words to her; after which he wanders away again, tries Twemlow and finds he doesn't answer, ultimately takes up with the Buffers who receive him enthusiastically.
There is that in the indolent Mortimer, which seems to hint that if good society might on any account allow itself to be impressible, he, one of good society, might have the weakness to be impressed by what he here relates.
Venerable parent,' Mortimer repeats with a passing remembrance that there is a Veneering at table, and for the first time addressing him--'dies.
His will is found,' said Mortimer, catching Mrs Podsnap's rocking- horse's eye.
Mortimer replies, that by special testamentary clause it would then go to the old servant above mentioned, passing over and excluding the son; also, that if the son had not been living, the same old servant would have been sole residuary legatee.
Mrs Veneering has just succeeded in waking Lady Tippins from a snore, by dexterously shunting a train of plates and dishes at her knuckles across the table; when everybody but Mortimer himself becomes aware that the Analytical Chemist is, in a ghostly manner, offering him a folded paper.