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Excerpt from The Business of a Gentleman

They were grimly pleased by the story; indeed they were more pleased than amused, though Durwold, the schoolboy, beat his legs up and down as he lay upon the hearth-rug and shouted till he groaned with the pain of his own laugh ter. The others begged Bobby to tell what he had said and done to the voluntary inspector when he found her, but he refused. He said it must remain a secret between himself and his Maker, or that it was at least a thing to be told only to his eldest son on reaching the age of twenty-one.

A few minutes later he was engaged in a conversation surprisingly different.

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Excerpt from The Business of a Gentleman

"Bobby, tell them the story of the Voluntary Inspector."

"Not for worlds!"

"Oh, you must."

"No, it's too awful. It would shock every one. It would corrupt this innocent boy."

"Don't be a fool!"

"These two fellows on the sofa, I never met them till to-day. It will turn out that she is an aunt of one of them and I shall have to fight a duel."

"We have no aunts," said one.

"None whatever," said the other.

"And I," said the boy above mentioned, "am an incorruptibility."

"Very well," said Bobby, "but mind, I don't answer for the consequences."

First he lit his pipe. They were gathered round the fire in the hall of a country house, having returned from shooting the earliest partridges that the law permits to be shot. Yardale was their host. He lay sideways in a large chair, with his legs over one arm and his neck over the other, a pipe full of hot tobacco waving perilously above his eyes as he gazed up at a group of voluptuous figures painted on the ceiling. He was twenty-six years old.

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Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.