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"Yes--they said they MIGHT be in Midhurst tonight."
"P'raps they'll come presently. Beaumont's here, but no Bowlong. Sure
that Beaumont ain't the name?"
"Certain," said Mr. Hoopdriver.
"
It's curious the names being so alike. I thought p'raps--"
And so they conversed at some length, Mr. Hoopdriver delighted to find
his horrible suspicion disposed of. The barmaid having listened awhile
at the staircase volunteered some particulars of the young couple
upstairs. Her modesty was much impressed by the young lady's costume, so
she intimated, and Mr. Hoopdriver whispered the badinage natural to the
occasion, at which she was coquettishly shocked. "There'll be no knowing
which is which, in a year or two," said the barmaid. "And her manner
too! She got off her machine and give it 'im to stick up against the
kerb, and in she marched. 'I and my brother,' says she, 'want to stop
here to-night. My brother doesn't mind what kind of room 'e 'as, but I
want a room with a good view, if there's one to be got,' says she. He
comes hurrying in after and looks at her. 'I've settled the rooms,' she
says, and 'e says 'damn!' just like that. I can fancy my brother letting
me boss the show like that."
"I dessay you do," said Mr. Hoopdriver, "if the truth was known."
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