Adventure stories; City and town life -- Fiction; Staffordshire (England) -- Fiction
At the moment her brougham drove up. She instructed her coachman to
wait next to the mule and victoria. Her demeanour had cast off all its
similarity to her dress: it appeared to imply that, as she had begun
with a mad escapade, she ought to finish with another one.
Thus the Countess and Denry went to the tea-shop, and Denry ordered tea
and paid for it. There was scarcely a customer in the place, and the few
who were fortunate enough to be present had not the wit to recognise the
Countess. The proprietress did not recognise the Countess. (Later, when
it became known that the Countess had actually patronised the Sub Rosa,
half the ladies of Hanbridge were almost ill from sheer disgust that
they had not heard of it in time. It would have been so easy for them
to be there, taking tea at the next table to the Countess, and observing
her choice of cakes, and her manner of holding a spoon, and whether she
removed her gloves or retained them in the case of a meringue. It was
an opportunity lost that would in all human probability never occur
again.)
And in the discreet corner which she had selected the Countess fired a
sudden shot at Denry.
"How did you get all those details about the state rooms at Sneyd?" she
asked.
Upon which opening the conversation became lively.
The same evening Denry called at the _Signal_ office and gave an order
for a half-page advertisement of the Five Towns Universal Thrift
Club—"patroness, the Countess of Chell." The advertisement informed the
public that the Club had now made arrangements to accept new members.
Besides the order for a half-page advertisement, Denry also gave many
interesting and authentic details about the historic drive from Sneyd
Vale to Hanbridge. The next day the _Signal_ was simply full of Denry
and the Countess. It had a large photograph, taken by a photographer on
Cauldon Bank, which showed Denry actually driving the Countess, and the
Countess’s face was full in the picture. It presented, too, an
excellently appreciative account of Denry’s speech, and it congratulated
Denry on his first appearance in the public life of the Five Towns. (In
parenthesis it sympathised with Sir Jee in his indisposition.) In
short, Denry’s triumph obliterated the memory of his previous triumphs.
It obliterated, too, all rumours adverse to the Thrift Club. In a few
days he had a thousand new members. Of course, this addition only
increased his liabilities; but now he could obtain capital on fair
terms, and he did obtain it. A company was formed. The Countess had a
few shares in this company. So (strangely) had Jock and his companion
the coachman. Not the least of the mysteries was that when Denry
reached his mother’s cottage on the night of the tea with the Countess
his arm was not in a sling and showed no symptom of having been damaged.
CHAPTER VIII. RAISING A WIGWAM
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