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Upon his refusal, that personage, although he knew the secretary as well as he knew his own father, coolly informed him that he knew nothing about him; that he did not consider him as respectable a person as he pretended to be; that he did not believe a word of his having any commission from the Duchess, and that he should therefore take no notice whatever of his demands.
He was a red-faced, impudent, good-for-nothing dog, evidently accustomed to take things as they came, and to make the best of a bad job. He sold as many cigars as he could, and smoked the rest. He occupied the shop as long as he could make peace with the landlord, and when he could no longer live in quiet, he very coolly locked the door, and bolted himself.
Her voice, already noted as more mature, had, he was sure, hardened. She dabbled her lips thickly with a rouge stick. "Mariana," he said querulously, "I wish, you'd stop this puppet dance you're leading. I wish you would marry." "I tried to," she coolly replied, "but you spoiled my young dream of happiness." "That isn't true," he asserted sharply, perturbed.
"Oh, don't worry, mother," said Tonia, coolly. "I'll have a new hat, all right, in time to-morrow." When Burrows reached the end of the strip of prairie he pulled his sorrel to the right and let him pick his way daintily across a sacuista flat through which ran the ragged, dry bed of an arroyo.
I always want to leave mine in the country, but my husband objects, said Lady Aubrey coolly. There was a certain piquancy in saying frank things to this stiff, Madonna-faced woman.
"How he loves me!" she thought. "He clings to life, poor, dear man, and yet he would give his life for me." It did not trouble M. de Bargeton that he must stand up and face his man on the morrow, and look coolly into the muzzle of a pistol pointed straight at him; no, only one thing in the business made him feel uncomfortable, and on the way to M. de Chandour's house he quaked inwardly.
"So you're Merton Ware," he observed. "I haven't seen your play yet hope to to-night. An Englishman, eh?" "Yes, I am English," Philip assented coolly. "You come from the West, don't you?" There was a moment's silence. Elizabeth laughed softly. "Oh, there's no mistake about Mr. Power!" she declared. "He brings the breezy West with him, to Wall Street or Broadway, Paris or London.
I began to think there wasn't a single young person in this Marsden, for all I've seen so far have been gray-haired," said Kate, leading the way to the table, where a shaded lamp shed a pleasant radiance. But, having arrived there, she coolly pushed the albums aside, and remarked: "I hate looking at photographs. Don't you? They're commonly so inartistic. I'd much rather talk."
How were you going to get out, may I ask?" he demanded, coolly seating himself on the top step. She stood leaning against the wooden door, the diplomatic lantern between them. "I was going out by another way," she said, shortly, but a shudder gave the lie to the declaration. "Do you know where that hidden passage leads to?" he asked, looking up into her face.
He was relieved to find that the prince was not present, and he made his way to Dorothy's side, with Lady Frances, coolly dropping into the chair which a young captain had momentarily abandoned. Lady Frances sat beside Miss Garrison on the divan. "I am so glad you kept your promise, Phil, and came. It seems good to see you after all these years.
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