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In addition, Cora had always found it very difficult to deceive Vilas: he had an almost perfect understanding of a part of her nature; she could never far mislead him about herself. With her, he was intuitive and jumped to strange, inconsistent, true conclusions, as women do.
He paused, his hand upon the door-knob. "I'm a quaint mixture, however: perhaps I should be handled with care." "Very good of you," laughed Corliss "this warning. The afternoon I had the pleasure of meeting you I think I remember your implying that you were a mere marionette." "A haggard harlequin!" snapped Vilas, waving his hand to a mirror across the room. "Don't I look it?"
Vilas, who wore a blue silk dress; Senator Edmunds and Mrs. McCullough, who wore cream satin and lace; Senator Harris and Mrs. Edward Cooper, who wore white satin, with side panels embroidered in gold and silver; General Sheridan and Mrs. Endicott, who wore a court train of black velvet over a pink satin petticoat, with point lace flounces; Secretary Bayard and Mrs.
He's told me several things about you." "Mr. Vilas?" he asked, with a sting in his quick smile. "No," she answered coolly. "Much older." At that he jumped up, stepped quickly close to her, and swept her with an intense and brilliant scrutiny. "Pryor, by God!" he cried. "He knows you pretty well," she said. "So do I now!"
At a sound of footsteps approaching his door, he turned in casual expectancy, thinking it might be a boy to notify him that Moliterno's cable had arrived. But there was no knock, and the door was flung wide open. It was Vilas, and he had his gun with him this time. He had two.
How rapidly he acquired the information necessary to a successful administration of the government was indeed a marvel. It was no "Cleveland luck" or haphazard chance that called into his first Cabinet such men as Bayard, Manning, Garland, Vilas, and Whitney. It can safely be asserted that Mr. Cleveland was an excellent judge of men and of their capacity for the particular work assigned them.
It's all there is to Cora, just show-off, so she'll get a string o' fellows chasin' after her. She's started for this Corliss just exactly the way she did for Ray Vilas!" "Hedrick!" "Just look at her!" he cried vehemently. "Don't you know she's tryin' to make this Corliss think it's her playin' the piano right now?" "Oh, no " "Didn't she do that with Ray Vilas?" he demanded quickly.
For my part, my wires are working rather rustily, but I must obey the Stage-Manager. For my requiem I wish somebody would ask them to play Gounod's masterpiece." "What's that?" asked Corliss, amused. "`The Funeral March of a Marionette!" "I suppose you mean that for a cheerful way of announcing that you are a fatalist." "Fatalism? That is only a word," declared Mr. Vilas gravely.
Your serenader must have been very young." "He is," said Cora. "I suppose he's about twenty-three; just a boy and a very annoying one, too!" Her companion looked at her narrowly. "By any chance, is he the person your little brother seemed so fond of mentioning Mr. Vilas?" Cora gave a genuine start. "Good heavens!
Trumble's offices were heralded by a neat blazon upon the principal door, "Wade J. Trumble, Mortgages and Loans"; and the gentleman thus comfortably, proclaimed, emerging from that door upon a September noontide, burlesqued a start of surprise at sight of a figure unlocking an opposite door which exhibited the name, "Ray Vilas," and below it, the cryptic phrase, "Probate Law."
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