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Alys was so tactless, when George was tired and hungry. She cast about desperately for some neutral topic, but before she could find one the widow spoke again. "I'll tell you what I'll do, George. I'll bring the books and papers to your office tomorrow morning, and then you can do whatever you think best! Just send me a check every month, and it will be all right!"
She opened the door, hesitated and a hint of mischief flashed across her face. "I'll tell you just the person for you, Penny. Really. Marriage is her profession. She's very experienced. Temporarily out of a job Alys Brewster-Smith." He snatched a carnation from the glass on his desk and threw it at her. It struck a closed door. The outer door opened just then, and Mr. Martin Jaffry stepped in.
George went on with his dressing, a thoughtful expression on his face. Genevieve thought he looked stunning in the loose Oriental robe he wore while he shaved. "Well, whatever they think, we can't have this, you know," he said presently. "I'll have to be quite frank with Alys, of course Emelene has no sense!" "Yes, be quite frank!" Genevieve urged eagerly.
The girl's name had struck her particularly, it appeared. She repeated it several times over, saying, "Mary Grant Mary Grant. I didn't know her name was Mary." And Miss Bland had the air of being puzzled, as if there was something in the name a very common sort of name which perplexed her. Luckily Mrs. Cayley-Binns and Alys were sure that the name was Mary.
And they say that when Alys heard his howl sounding faintly through the bars of his great helm, she trembled; but I know not, for I was stronger than that knight, and when we fought with swords, I struck him right out of his saddle, and near slew him with that stroke.
Alys Brewster-Smith and a certain Cousin Emelene. His manner was arid. Miss Sheridan chanced to know that the ladies were sheltered in the exclusive boarding-house of one Mrs. Gallup, out on Erie Street, and informed him to this effect in the fewest possible words. Mr. Evans whistled absently a moment, then formally announced that he should be absent from the office for perhaps an hour.
Something was worrying him; and it was hard on the darling old boy to come home to Miss Emelene and the cat and Eleanor and Alys, every night! Emelene adored him, of course, and Alys was always interesting and vivacious, but but it wasn't like coming home to his own little Genevieve! The bride wept in secret, and grew nervous and timid in manner. Mrs. But I can't stand it!
If only they could have the world to themselves no Cousin Emelene, no Alys Brewster-Smith, no Penfield Evans and Betty Sheridan, with their frivolity and low ideals, to complicate things! An Arcadian Island in some Aeonian Sea. "Well," he said hopefully, "our home can be like that.
But I remember, that that night, quite late, Alys and I rode out side by side from the good city in the midst of a great band of knights and men- at-arms, and other bands drew to us as we went, and in three days we reached Sir William's castle which was called 'La Garde des Chevaliers.
O Alys, Alys! just think a little, and do not break your faith with me; God hates nothing so much as this. Sweet, try to love me, even for your own sake! See, am I not kind to you? That maiden said that she turned round to him wonderingly, as if she had not caught his meaning, and that just for one second, then stretched out over the lists again.
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