"
"Greenacre, eh? All right."
He sat for a quarter of an hour in his bedroom, unable to decide how
he should spend the rest of the day. After all, perhaps, he ought
not to have abandoned Polly so abruptly. In her own way she had been
doing him a kindness, and as for her temper, well, she couldn't help
it.
He would go to Dulwich and see the bow-wows.
CHAPTER XVI
AN ALLY IN THE QUEST
Commercially he was doing well. Quodling and Son were more than
satisfied with him. Excellent prospects lay ahead, and this time it
would assuredly be his own fault if he had not secured the
permanency so much desired for him by Mrs. Clover.
By the by, would this make any difference? What if he let Mrs.
Clover know of his greatly improved position? She might reconsider
things. And yet, as often as he thought of Minnie, he felt that her
mother's objection corresponded too well with the disposition of the
girl. Minnie was not for him. Well and good, he would find somebody
else.
Polly Sparkes? Polly be hanged. Why did her eyes and her teeth and
her rosy cheeks keep plaguing him? He had told himself times
innumerable that he cared not a snap of the fingers for Polly and
all her highly-coloured attractions.
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