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It stayed with me all the afternoon while I shook hands with one after another in their shining gray and gold uniforms. Latest of all came little Guy, Mr. F.'s youngest clerk, the pet of the firm as well as of his home, a mere boy of sixteen. Such senseless sacrifices seem a sin. He chattered brightly, but lingered about, saying good-bye.
His brain was weary with waltz tunes, the shape of shoulders, and the glare and rustle of silk; but as she chattered, rubbing the misted windows from time to time, so as to determine how far they were from home, he wondered if he should ever marry, and half playfully he thought of her as his wife. But without warning his dreams were broken by a sudden thought, and he said
I'm goin' to leave you." "Huh uh no you ain', 'cause any place you'd go you wouldn' no more'n git dah twell you'd tu'n erroun' all of er sudden an' say, 'Why, dah's Ben! an' dah I'd be." They chattered on like children while she was putting the supper on the table and he was laving his hot face in the basin beside the door. "I got great news fu' you," he said, as they sat down.
The fire had gone out and the light was low. His teeth chattered and his hand shook as he raised the wick in the lamp. The palsy of inexplicable fear was upon him. Kneeling before the stove he began to rebuild the fire. His back was toward the door and he turned an anxious face in that direction from time to time. Footsteps on the stairway sent a new chill through his gaunt frame.
She chattered merrily with him during the meal, ignoring his somewhat wistful and questioning glances. "When shall we see you again, Henry?" she asked. "Friday evening, I hope." "Don't work and worry too much." "I defy fate now. You've given me your luck." "Heaven forbid! Well, good-by." A little later she and two of her boys, as she called them, were off on the hills. Mrs.
His eyes became oblivious of the tangled and overcrowded life about him, of the hectic orchids and huge butterflies and the flaming birds-of-paradise, of the echoing aisle ways between interwoven jungle growths, of the arching aerial roofs of verdure and the shadowy hanging-gardens from which by day parakeets chattered and monkeys screamed and by night ghostly armies of fireflies glowed.
Isn't that high of Holder? He has his hands full, you know, at River Point. There's no end of building there, this year a whole street going up with Mansard roofs, of course. Everything is going into this house that can go into a house; and to see that it gets in right will be practice, anyhow." Sunderline chattered on like a boy; almost like a girl, telling Ray what he was so glad of.
The two had gone together one night to a ball given by a lady of some renown in the Spanish colony, and very late, on his way home, Roderick came up to Rowland's rooms, in whose windows he had seen a light. Rowland was going to bed, but Roderick flung himself into an armchair and chattered for an hour. The friends of the Costa Rican envoy were as amusing as himself, and in very much the same line.
She chattered, moreover, ceaselessly, careless of interruption, and of criticism alike. "Here, let's hark back to the ordinary conduct of material existence," she said. "Tea? Won't you sit down? No well, just as you like best. Take it standing. Let me see, what were we discussing when we got switched on to unexpectedly personal lines of conversation? The war yes, I remember.
Then he began to repeat the mystic words. But he found it hard to pronounce them, and some of them he could scarcely remember. His teeth chattered as he went on, and his heart beat painfully. But Kanker was watching him askance with his pale spectacled eyes, and Oscar would not stop. At last he had spoken all the words; the clasp flew back; the book opened!
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