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"Well, for my part, I think the whole affair can only be accounted for as being a piece of what we men of the world, who do not belong to any church, call devilishness," said Master Raymond hotly. "You see," responded Master Putnam, "that you men of the world have to come to the same conclusion that we church members do.
The affection and amity of a Raymond might be inestimable; but, beyond that affection, embosomed deeper than friendship, was the indivisible treasure of love.
The scenes that followed, convinced her that she had not yet fathomed the obscure gulph into which she had plunged. Her unhappiness assumed every day a new shape; every day some unexpected event seemed to close, while in fact it led onward, the train of calamities which now befell her. The selected passion of the soul of Raymond was ambition.
"I think it's horrid to talk that way! Anybody can see he's not that kind of man!" Raymond Bonner stared. "Why, I thought you said he was disgusting!" But Missy, giving him a withering look, turned and walked away, leaving him to ponder the baffling contrarieties of the feminine sex. A new form of listlessness now took hold of Missy.
"You did not see it. Or perhaps you think no indignity towards me worth resentment?" "I do not answer that, Cecil; you will think better of those words another time," said Raymond, sternly.
She appears just once so often, like a prophet or something, that keeps your faith alive. She's the kind that the Bible calls 'blessed, and if she didn't reappear now and then I think the race would perish." "Ugh!" grunted Raymond. Then added: "Calm down, Aunt Emily, go slow. When you lose your head you're apt to buck." Mrs. Tweksbury laughed at this and helped herself to another cigarette.
He stopped so long to chat with Aunty Perkins, halted Bess so long under the big live-oak at the Frost Creek school, and, leaning on her neck, gazed wistfully at the scenes of many a boyhood prank, that it was late in the afternoon when he passed the spot fragrant with memories of "Aunt Eliza" and "Mary Jane," galloped down the long hill, raced the coach and six just in from Raymond with a lot of tourists up to the Wawona Hotel, sprang off Bess, turned her over to a hostler and went into the office to register for the night.
"Now," said Raymond, "all you have got to do is to go to work while your potatoes are roasting, and fill up that old hollow tree at the bottom with sticks and brush, and old pieces of bark. Pack them in close; then, when I come to dinner, I will help you to light it." Raymond then went back to the fence, and Caleb began his work as Raymond had directed.
What is done shall be done without your assistance, and with no other hope than that in the event of my success you will acknowledge my motives to have been pure and my action disinterested." "I am ready to acknowledge that now," she began, but paused and looked with almost agonized entreaty in my face. "Mr. Raymond, cannot you leave things as they are? Won't you?
But she was beset by endless annoyances: bickerings with discontented maids, the difficulty of finding a tutor for Paul, and the problem of keeping him amused and occupied without having him too much on her hands. A great liking had sprung up between Raymond and the little boy, and during the summer Paul was perpetually at his step-father's side in the stables and the park.
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