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"We heard you two love birds cooing and billing, and thought we might as well begin," said Alys Brewster-Smith. "Regularity is of the highest importance in bringing up a child." Cousin Emelene was reading the Sentinel. George's quick eye glanced at the headlines: Candidate Remington Heckled by Suffragists. Ask Him Leading Questions.
A large weather-beaten signboard at a wired cross-road bore the name of "Kentwood," plus the advice that the office was adjacent for the purchase or lease of the highly desirable villa sites. The motor drew up and Genevieve alighted. For the first time since their course had been turned toward the unlovely but productive outskirts, Geneviève faced her passengers. Alys' face was pale.
He did not notice that he was reproaching Geneviève for being too impersonal, too unemotional and not irrational enough. When he went home at five, he had thought it out. He put his head into the sitting-room, where Alys was ensconced behind the tea-kettle. "Come in, George dear," she called graciously, "and let me give you a really good cup of tea.
Glass hastened to exonerate his companion. "I believe Miss Eliot declined the honor," Genevieve's voice was heard. "I did," the agent affirmed. She laughed shortly. "Otherwise you would hardly find me here in my present capacity. One does not 'run with the hare and hunt with the hounds, you know." Alys lost her temper.
And Alys sat under a green canopy, that she might give the degree to the best knight, and by her sat the good knight Sir Guy, in a long robe, for he did not mean to joust that day; and indeed at first none but young knights jousted, for they thought that I should not do much.
The widow's one instinct had seemed to be to fight E. Eliot and the health officer for their interference. Stranger still, the tenants did not want to be moved out, driven on. The whole situation was confused, but in it at least one thing stood out clearly: Geneviève realized, during the sleepless night after her visit to Kentwood, that she hated Cousin Alys!
A sex that can jump headlong to such a perfectly untenable conclusion is very far from ready to assume the responsibilities of citizenship " "George, dearest!" faltered Genevieve. She did not want to make him cross again, but she could not in all loyalty leave him under this misunderstanding, to approach the always articulate Alys. "George, it was Penny, I'm sure!" she said.
Was she asking if he were the knight of those women who worked and sweated and burned, or of her and the comfortable women of her class, of Alys Brewster-Smith with her little cottages, of Cousin Emelene with her little stocks, of masquerading Betty Sheridan whose sortie of independence was from the safe vantage-grounds of entrenched privilege?
And you'd guess the other two if you knew them better his cousin, Alys Brewster-Smith, and poor Genevieve's Cousin Emelene. They both have his horrible school-boy composition committed to memory, I do believe. "Cousin Emelene recited most of it to me with tears in her weak eyes, and Alys tells me his noble words have made the world seem like a different place to her.
She replenished the card-case from the "Miss Adams" box; then, having found a pair of fresh white gloves, she tucked an ivory-topped Malacca walking-stick under her arm and set forth. She went down the stairs, buttoning her gloves and still wearing the frown with which she had put "Alys" finally out of her life.
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