notice Twombley-Crane, who's standin' between me and the window. "Oh, I say!" says Steele, sort of breathless and hasty. "Have you sent that away yet?" A freak hunch hit me and I couldn't shake it:30 I guess I wanted to see what would happen. So I nudges Twombley-Crane. 30 "Here's the party now, if you must know," says I. "This is Mr. J. Bayard Steele." "Eh?" says he, steppin' forward. "Steele, did you say? Why, my dear Sir, although I must admit that I am stupid enough not to remember you, I must express my most——" Say, he did it handsome too. He grabs J. Bayard brotherly by the mitt, and passes him an enthusiastic vote of thanks that don't leave out a single detail. Yes, he sure did unload the gratitude; with J. Bayard standin' there, turnin' first one color and then another, and not bein' able to get out a word. "And surely, my dear Sir," he winds up, "you will allow me to recompense you in some way?" Steele shakes his head. "It's not precisely," he begins, "as if I—er——" "Ah-h-h!" says Twombley-Crane, beamin' friendly. "I think I see. You had heard of my collection." J. Bayard nods. "And you conceived the idea," goes on Twombley-Crane, "of completing it in this anonymous and kindly manner? Believe me, Sir, I am touched, deeply touched. It is indeed good to know that such generous impulses are felt, that they are sometimes acted upon. I must try to be worthy of such a splendid spirit. I will have this hung at once, and to-morrow31 night, Friend Steele, you must come to see it; at my country place, you know. We dine at seven. I shall expect you, Sir." And with a final brotherly grip he goes out. 31 "Well," says I to J. Bayard, "that's over, ain't it? You've put across the genuine article. How does it feel?" He brushes his hand over his eyes sort of dazed. "Really," says he, "I—I don't know. I was coming, as a matter of fact, to take the sketch back. The more I thought it over, the worse I—— But he was pleased, wasn't he? And Twombley-Crane too! I would not have believed that he could act so
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