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Millicent, you know, has nothing " "With that figure and that face?" interrupted Brockton, with gallant enthusiasm. "I was speaking in your terms, Mr. Brockton," said the lady, with suave hauteur. "Of course all of us count my cousin's charm and accomplishments, though we do not inventory them as possessions far above rubies. But in the valuation of the 'change she has nothing.
Late one morning Laura and Brockton were seated at the little table in the parlor, having breakfast together. They had been out the night before, at a big supper given by some friends, and had only got home in the small hours.
His square jaw snapped with a determined click, and one hand slipped stealthily into his hip pocket. No one spoke. The tense silence was ominous and painful. It seemed like an hour, but less than a minute had elapsed when Brockton reëntered, with coat and hat off.
Still she did not turn her head, yet her heart was beating fast. This was her opportunity. He looked in the same direction she was looking. "What's up that way?" he demanded. "Which way?" "The way you are looking." "That's the road from Manitou Springs. They call it the trail out here." Brockton nodded. "I know that. I've done a lot of business west of the Missouri."
Halting just outside the front door, she called: "Mr. Brockton! Oh, Mr. Brockton!" "Yes?" answered the broker's voice from inside. "Can you spare a moment to come out here?" "I'll be there presently." "No now," she insisted. "You must come now." "All right, I'm coming." She waited for him until he appeared. There were few things that Brockton enjoyed more than a game of bridge.
Returning to the more specific subject of pioneer plants of importance, that at Brockton must be considered for a moment, chiefly for the reason that the city was the first in the world to possess an Edison station distributing current through an underground three-wire network of conductors the essentially modern contemporaneous practice, standard twenty-five years later.
So she telegraphed her husband's brother in Brockton to meet Beriah there, go with him to Boston, and see that he behaved himself and stayed sober. Beriah heard of it, and when his train gets as far as Tremont what does he do but get off quiet and change cars for New Bedford. He hadn't been there for nine years, but he had pleasant memories of his last visit.
With a side glance, at Laura, he went on: "I've heard a great deal about you and your kindness to Miss Murdock. Anything that you have done for her in a spirit of friendliness, I am sure all her friends must deeply appreciate, and I count myself in as one." Brockton smiled amiably, as he replied: "Then we have a great deal in common, Mr.
Patronizingly he said: "I think I understand your position, young man, and I agree with you perfectly, that is if your plans turn out successful." "Thank you," said Madison stiffly. Going up to the broker, Laura held out her hand. With a smile she said: "Then everything is settled, just the way it ought to be frankly and above board?" Brockton took her hand, and held it in his for a minute.
I never found that out that you were soothing, I mean." It was evident that Mr. Brockton intended a compliment. Anna Dinsmore saw the annoyed red whip out upon Millicent's cheeks. She interposed a few ready, irrelevant questions before the tide of Brockton's flattery.
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