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It was at this critical juncture in the proceedings that a young man stepped lightly into the store behind Miss Jinny. Mr. Hopper's eye was on him, and had taken in the details of his costume before realizing the import of his presence. He was perhaps twenty, and wore a coat that sprung in at the waist, and trousers of a light buff-color that gathered at the ankle and were very copious above.
With another lingering, wondering glance at herself, she turned away and said: "Leave me, now, Jinny; I wish to be alone." The woman hesitated, and was about to speak, but Grace waved her away imperiously, and sat down to the letters Graham had given her. She read and re-read them. They confirmed his words.
"Things keep getting deliciouser and deliciouser all the time. I only wish we didn't have to go back to the boarding house tonight " "Indeed, you're not going to budge a step!" said Miss Jinny triumphantly. "We planned it all out. You're to stay here and begin to be at home right off. You can go and pack tomorrow and have your things sent over as soon as you please."
It was then that her aunt called out to her, with distressing shrillness, from the carriage: "Jinny, Jinny, how can you stand there talking to young men when our lives are in danger?" She glanced hurriedly at Stephen, who said gently; "I do not wish to delay you, Miss Carvel, if you are bent upon going." She wavered. His tone was not resentful, simply quiet.
She remembered buying this hat, a few weeks ago, in the ecstatic last days of the old life. "We needn't talk of that yet, George," she said quietly. She could see George's grieved look, in the mirror. There was a short silence in the office. Then Betty Sheridan, cool in pongee, came briskly in. "Hello, Jinny!" said she. "Had you forgotten our plan tonight?
"To Miss Jane's room?" asked the puzzled nurse. "To my wife's room," said Hastings crossly. The nurse, a stranger, thought his mind was wandering. "Certainly," said she soothingly. "In a few minutes as soon as you've rested a while." "You're a fool!" mumbled Hastings. "Call Jinny." The nurse obeyed. When he repeated his request to Jane, she hesitated. The tears rolled down his cheeks.
This clerical touch was Jane Anne's contribution to the picture; and she was certain that he wore silk socks of the most expensive description a detail she had read probably in some chance fragments of a newspaper. For Jinny selected phrases in this way from anywhere, and repeated them on all occasions without the slightest relevancy. She practised them.
But Lord Jermyn was always talking politics." The Colonel was stroking his goatee. "Tell Silas about the house, Jinny Jackson, help the Judge again." "No," said Virginia, drawing a breath. "I'm going to tell him about that queer club where my great-grand-father used to bet with Charles Fox. We saw a great many places where Richard Carvel had been in England. That was before the Revolution.
Spicer's photographs had suggested to them. The week that followed flew on winged feet. The costumes, simple enough at first, grew in detail with every day and absorbed so much of their spare time that Patricia frankly gave up any thought of work and yielded herself to the enjoyment of Miss Jinny and the day's pleasure without any effort at serious work.
Very often a seemingly trivial invention will work wonders in keeping the interest afoot. In Mr. Anstey's delightful farce, The Brass Bottle, one looked forward rather dolefully to a flat conclusion; but by the simple device of letting the Jinny omit to include Pringle in his "act of oblivion," the author is enabled to make his last scene quite as amusing as any of its predecessors. Mr.
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