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His masculine vanity had been subtly aroused. Rosemary looked him straight in the face. She was white, now, to the lips. "Yes," she lied. "It is that more than anything else." "Why, my dear girl! I thought " "So did I. We were both mistaken, that is all." "And you really don't love me?" "Not in the least." Alden laughed a little mirthless, mocking laugh.
"I think you are right," said Debby Alden. "I like the house. I'm used to low ceilings and big porches and vines. I'm satisfied with it if you are; and we'll have Hester home but once a month." It was best for Hester to be away and to learn to depend upon herself. That fact settled matters for Debby Alden.
The Master spoke half against his own wish, but a resistless impulse to make some comment, in this moment of triumph, possessed him. "Only as expected, sir," replied Alden. The Master bit his lip a second, and said no more. Bohannan's return with several champagne bottles in his arms, put an end to any possible developments the terse conversation might have had.
Could it be possible the Master, in this moment of exultation, was about to break his lifelong rule and drink a toast, in sparkling bubbles, to success thus far achieved, to the stupendous voyage now about to begin? Wondering, Bohannan departed. The Master gestured for Captain Alden to seat himself on one of the lockers.
Strange anticipated the solution of the problem with an approach to excitement. Two events, however, prevented the complete realisation of his scheme. One was a lingering illness which struck him down when David was twenty-four and about to enter on his ordeal. The second, occurring simultaneously, was the advent of Mrs. Branscome then Kate Alden to Grindelwald.
Leclair, inappropriately enough, leaped with a shout of: "Vive la France!" Now only Bohannan, "Captain Alden," and the Master were left. "You're next, Major!" the Master ordered, pointing at the inexorable black mouth of the pit, whence rose the thin, wraith-spirals of vapor. "I'm ready!" exclaimed the major. "Sure, what's better than a hot bath after the heavy exercise we've been having?"
I come from Thomaston, Maine, and I knew your people. Would never have sent the Swede had I known which tribe of Peasley you belonged to though, if he had licked you, no more than you deserved. I want no more of your impudence, Matt. Alden P. Ricks. For a week business droned along in Cappy Ricks' office as usual, interrupted at last by the receipt of a telegram from Matt Peasley to Cappy.
But, Jeffrey, you remember what you said that day in the Bishop's house at Alden?" "Yes, and I remember what you said, too." "We both meant it," Ruth returned gravely, not attempting to evade any of the meaning that he had thrown into his words. "And we both mean it now, I'm sure. But there's a difference, Jeffrey, a difference with you." "I don't know it," he said a little shortly.
Lord Lambeth sat for nearly an hour with his American friends; but it is not our purpose to relate their conversation in full. He addressed a great many remarks to Bessie Alden, and finally turned toward her altogether, while Willie Woodley entertained Mrs. Westgate. Bessie herself said very little; she was on her guard, thinking of what her sister had said to her at lunch.
The housekeeper was in the mood to speak freely; but Debby Alden was not one who discussed with the maid the affairs of the mistress. She accepted the explanation and went her way. So many incidents of life turn as a straw in the wind.
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