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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"The Prophet of Berkeley Square"

E. H."

"Ah! how things get about! Tell Mr. Elisha Hubsbee the knocks have
nearly killed us all, Mr. Ferdinand, but we are bearing up as well as
can be expected. If necessary we will certainly try the molasses."
"Yes, ma'am."
"It is two o'clock now, Hennessey. The Charing Cross office is open till
midnight, I believe, so at the present rate you should only have about
ninety more telegrams to-day. But if you have reason to expect--"
Mr. Ferdinand re-entered.
"Mrs. Hendrick Marshall has called, ma'am. She desired me to say she was
passing the door and was much horrified to find that you are so near the
point, ma'am."
"What point, Mr. Ferdinand?"
"Of death, ma'am. She had no idea at all, ma'am."
"Oh, thank Mrs. Hendrick Marshall, Mr. Ferdinand, and say we shall try
to keep from the point for the present.
"Yes, ma'am."
"--That the numbers will go up as the afternoon draws on, Hennessey--"
"Grannie, haven't I sworn, and have you ever known me to tell you a--"
Suddenly the Prophet stopped short, thinking how that very night he
would be forced by his oath to "Madame and self" to break his promise
to his grandmother, how already it would have been broken had not Mr.


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