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Walraven spent the night in a fever of impatience. He was one of those men who, when they set their hearts on anything, find no peace, no rest, until they obtain it. He had come here partly through curiosity, partly because he dare not refuse Miriam; he had seen Mary Dane, and lo! at first sight he was dazzled and bewitched. Next morning, at breakfast, Mr.
"Disgusting!" exclaimed Mrs. Carl Walraven. "You are perfectly heartless, Mollie Dane!" She swept from the room to dress for her shopping expedition. It was almost twelve when she was fairly off, and then Mollie summoned her maid and gave her sundry directions with a very serious face.
The roof nearly rose with the thunders of applause when the curtain fell, and Carl Walraven got up with the rest, his head whirling, his brain dizzy. "Good Heaven!" he thought, stumbling along the dark, chilly streets to his hotel, "what a perfectly dazzling little witch she is! Was there ever such another sparkling, bewildering little fairy in the world before?" Mr.
It is useless to trouble yourself so much about it. Of her own accord she will come back, and you may safely swear of her own accord she went." "Guy Oleander, you lie!" The voice rang silver-sweet, clear as a bugle-blast, through the room. All sprung to their feet. "Ah-h-h-h-h!" The wordless cry of affright came from Mrs. Carl Walraven. Dr.
The ambassadors were Walraven, Seignior of Brederode, Cornelis van der Myle, son-in-law of the Advocate, and Jacob van Maldere.
"Where is your mistress, Lucy?" Mr. Walraven asked. "Gone to bed, sir," said Lucy, promptly. "You brought her up supper?" "Yes, sir." "What did she say to you?" "Nothing much, sir, only that she was famished, and jolted to death in that old carriage; and then she turned me out, saying she felt as though she could sleep a week." "Nothing more?" "Nothing more, sir." Lucy was dismissed. Mr.
She lay a moment in a violent tremor and faintless, her face hidden on his shoulder; then she lifted her face, white as the dead white as snow. "She was my mother, Hugh," she repeated "my own mother." "Your mother, Mollie? And I thought Carl Walraven " "Oh, hush! not that name here. He is nothing to me less than nothing. I shall never see him again." "Are you not going home?"
Walraven was no more than any other man, and stood up to take his arm. But there is many a slip. Miss Oleander and Mr. Walraven never danced that particular set, for just then there came a ring at the door-bell so pealing and imperious that it sounded sharply even through the noisy ball-room. "The Marble Guest, surely," Blanche said, "and very determined to be heard."
Oleander departed. His practice was extensive, and he had hosts of neglected patients to attend to. Mrs. Walraven saw nothing of him all next day; but in the evening of the succeeding day, and just as she was getting very uneasy, Dr. Oleander entered, pale and fagged. Dr. Oleander had spent a most harassing afternoon, his office besieged with applicants for that advertised situation.
My poor old mother will almost break her heart: but it is for Mollie's good, and all selfish considerations must give way. You are aware, Sir Roger, she has no dower?" "She needs none," Sir Roger said, proudly. "My fortune is princely; her settlements shall be as ample as though she were heiress to millions. I believe there is nothing more, Mr. Walraven, and so let us rejoin the ladies."
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