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It was such a friendly letter that Thyrsis went to call there, and met a pleasant and rather fine-souled gentleman, Mr. Ardsley by name, who told him a little about the problems he faced in life. "You have a fine talent," he said "you may even have genius. Your book is obviously sincere it's vecu, as the French say. I suspect you must have been in love when you wrote it."
Miss Ardsley gave her the key most willingly, even going so far as the courtyard to point out the windows of the room, which was on the opposite side of the quadrangle, recommending her to call on Martha or Christine if there were anything she needed. Patricia found the room and opened the door with a sense of relief at finding a shelter for her wounded feelings.
I can't possibly use more than two of this suite, one for my bedroom and the other for a sitting-room. So the small room there is practically going to waste." "Do you have to keep it?" asked Elinor, "I should think Miss Ardsley would be glad to have it " "But it belongs with this suite," urged Rosamond quietly. "It has no door except into these other rooms."
"Oh, dear, she must be really ill," said Patricia, half aloud, as she bent over the bed and looked at the flushed face anxiously. "I wonder if I ought to call Miss Ardsley or Miss Tatten." She tried to find out just how ill poor Rosamond was, but in spite of her careful attempts to rouse her, Rosamond refused to come back to wakefulness, and Patricia was forced to give up the effort.
"Shall I tell Miss Ardsley before I phone to the doctor?" Patricia asked anxiously. Constance shook her head. "Tell her just as soon as you are sure he is on the way," she advised. "The Countess is a nuisance about illness. She is scared stiff for fear she'll catch it whatever it may be. Of course, she has to know necessary evil but don't let her in on me till I've freshened up this poor girl."
Ardsley, who had become his chief adviser. When Thyrsis went to see him, Mr. Ardsley drew out an envelope from his desk, and took from it the opinion of his reader. "'What in the world is the matter with this boy?" he read. "That's the opening sentence." And then he fixed his eyes upon the boy. "What in the world is the matter?" he asked. Thyrsis sat silent; there was no reply he could make.
Ardsley had declared that he would be lucky if his book sold three hundred copies; and so he felt that it was quite a tribute to the merits of his work when, after six months more of waiting, he received a royalty statement from the concern showing a sale of seven hundred and forty-three copies, and enclosing a check for eight-nine dollars and sixteen cents.
They trailed me down and cornered me here two hours ago. There was a little row at home, you know, and I cut sticks just to show them. I don't believe I told you that my Governor was the Earl of Ardsley. Funny you should bob against them in the Park. If you damaged that horse of mine I'll never forgive you. I'm going to buy him and take him back with me.
"Doris Leighton proves that beyond a doubt. Did she tell you anything about Miss Ardsley, the new directress?" she asked in a changed tone. Elinor shook her head. "We were too much surprised to keep our wits, I am afraid," she confessed. "We really ought to see her now it's getting late and Mrs. Spicer wants to make that six-ten train."
The doctor was coming up the stairs as Patricia pinned on her hat and hurried away for her singing lesson, and only the sternness which Tancredi showed toward late-comers kept her from lingering to hear his verdict. In the courtyard she met Miss Ardsley, coming placidly from her milliner's.
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