The Final Recollections Of Charles Dickens - Plot & Excerpts
But he had the carriage of a handsome man and an aura about him that demanded attention. He stood with his arms folded for greater impressiveness of bearing. Everyone in the room was aware of his presence. I watched as he talked with those who ventured to his side and observed how readily they responded to him. “That’s Geoffrey Wingate,” George Hogarth told me. “He’s an ingenious man.” I knew of Wingate by reputation. Gentlemen on the street raised a forefinger to the brim of their hat as he passed by. He was a man of business who invested with great success on behalf of his clients, who were drawn from the ruling class. His money and the money he had made for them had caused him to be courted and admired. “I met him at a dinner not long ago,” Hogarth confided. “I think he will remember me. Would you like an introduction?” I thought that would be interesting, and Hogarth clearly wanted to remake Wingate’s acquaintance. So we crossed the room to the fireplace. Wingate acknowledged our approach.
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