The Relentless CityBenson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
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The Relentless City
Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
British -- United States -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Upper class -- Fiction
With regard to the railroad scheme, his explanation after lunch was
very short. A big ordnance map showed her where the line would enter
the park, where it would enter the tunnel, not to appear again till
it had passed outside the precinct. Its whole course would be quite
remote from the house--remote also from the wooded side of the park;
they would be as unconscious of its presence there as if it was in the
next county. The Wyfold route, on the other hand, which perhaps might
be adopted if Amelie put serious obstacles in the company's way, would
actually be very much closer to the house and the forested piece of the
park than the other.
Mr. Palmer made these explanations as if he anticipated some opposition
on Amelie's part, and he was pleased to find none.
'It seems to me much the most sensible plan,' she said; 'and, as
you say, the railway will really interfere with us less if it is in
Molesworth than if it was in Wyfold. I must just tell Bertie about
it, and I will send you my formal consent this evening. I will leave
everything connected with the sale in your hands.'
She pushed the maps away from her with rather a weary air.
'And how are you, papá,' she said, falling into her old habit of
addressing him. 'I haven't set eyes on you for weeks.'
Mr. Palmer gave a moment's consideration to how he was before he
answered.
'Well, I guess I'm a bit out of condition in the brain,' he said. 'From
the business point of view, England is the most enervating place I ever
came to. These directors and business men here are about as much use as
nursery-maids. They go down to their offices round about eleven, and
sit there till one. Then they eat a heavy lunch, and stroll back about
two to see if anything has happened. Of course it hasn't; things don't
happen unless you make them happen. So they light a big cigar, and go
down to Woking for an evening round of golf after the fatigues of the
day. Saturdays they don't put in an appearance at all. That's their
idea of business. And it tells on me rather; it's difficult to keep up
ordinary high pressure when you're surrounded by so many flabby bits
of chewed string. I guess I'll go back to America in the fall, and get
braced up.' 'It don't affect mamma,' said Amelie, falling more and more
into her native vernacular. 'She just flies around same as ever. She's
having a real daisy of a time, she says.' Mr. Palmer did not listen
to this; he was pursuing his own melancholy reflections on English
business methods.
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