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"And yet," she continued, "Ellie Vanderlyn's hardly half an inch taller than I am; and she certainly isn't a bit more dignified.... I wonder if it's because I feel so horribly small to-night that the place seems so horribly big."
She uttered the words with strange solemnity, but Vanderlyn's ears were holden; true, he heard her answer to his question, but the word conveyed little or nothing to him.
Vanderlyn's question; and the latter, repeating it, added impatiently: "I don't understand you; if Nick agrees-" "Oh, he agrees," said Susy. "Then what more do you want! Oh, Susy, if you'd only follow my example!" "Your example?" Susy paused, weighed the word, was struck by something embarrassed, arch yet half-apologetic in her friend's expression. "Your example?" she repeated.
Vanderlyn's mind went back to the moment, four short days ago, when this journey had been suddenly arranged. Mrs.
Vanderlyn's next morning, to take up again her routine of companion and instructor to the lady in the German language. She was not so very fond of Mrs. Vanderlyn. That lady was too much absorbed in her ambition to gain real importance in the social world to leave much time for being lovable to anybody but her son.
Vanderlyn's look immediately became interested and sympathetic. "What the scene of the honey-moon?" He included Nick and Susy in his friendly smile. "Just so: the reward of virtue.
Suddenly the eyes of the two men met, but Pargeter was far too pre-occupied with himself and his own concerns to notice anything strained or unusual in Vanderlyn's face. All he saw was that here at last was the man he wanted to see; his sulky face lightened, and he walked forward with hand outstretched. "Hullo! Grid," he cried, "so here you are at last! You see I've not gone?
From where he was standing in the middle of the swaying carriage, something in the way in which his sleeping companion's head was lying suddenly aroused Vanderlyn's quick, keen attention. Putting out a hand to steady himself against the back of the compartment, he bent down indifferent to the risk of rousing the still figure.
Pargeter was fingering absently a yellowing packet of Vanderlyn's letters: "Fancy keeping your old letters! What a queer thing to do!" Vanderlyn said nothing. The maid stared at him stealthily. At last Pargeter put the packet down, and deliberately opened yet another envelope which lay loose.
Peggy looked up with an anxious expression in her blue eyes but again Vanderlyn's ears and eyes were holden. He habitually felt for the medical profession the unreasoning dislike, almost the contempt, your perfectly healthy human being, living in an ailing world, often in fact almost always does feel for those who play the rôle of the old augurs in our modern life. Mrs.
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