"Touch 'O. Paving' and I knocks yer down," he drawled out.
Sir Alexander looked at "O. Paving," then he looked at Woodden's leg-
of-mutton fist, and--changed his mind.
"Curse 'O. Paving,'" he said, "and everyone who has to do with it,"
and swung out of the room, banging the door behind him.
"Well, that's over," said Mr. Stephen gently, as he fanned himself
with a pocket-handkerchief. "Quite exciting while it lasted, wasn't
it, Mr. Quatermain--but I have been there before, so to speak. And now
what do you say to some luncheon? Pym's is close by, and they have
very good oysters. Only I think we'll drive round by the bank and hand
in this cheque. When he's angry my parent is capable of anything. He
might even stop it. Woodden, get off down to Twickenham with 'O.
Pavo.' Keep it warm, for it feels rather like frost. Put it in the
stove for to-night and give it a little, just a little tepid water,
but be careful not to touch the flower. Take a four-wheeled cab, it's
slow but safe, and mind you keep the windows up and don't smoke.
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