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Ardsley, and received a reply to the effect that he would not be able to send any more. Mr. Ardsley had sent them because of his interest in the proposed "practical" novel; and now he had learned that the poet had been giving his time to the writing of an impossible play! Thyrsis' predicament was a desperate one, and drove him to a desperate course.
He allowed time for these devices to be effective, and then paid a visit to find out about the prospects. "Mr. Ardsley," he began, "I am going to try to meet you half way with a book." "Ah!" said the other. "I want to write a novel that you can publish. I believe that I can do it." Mr. Ardsley warmed immediately. "I have always been certain that you could," said he.
"I am going to miss them terribly and I shouldn't wonder if I'd get rather hard-hearted and self-centered, living this way just for myself." She never thought of seeking Miss Ardsley, although that lady had given her the most cordial invitation to visit her in her own rooms any time that she wished, particularly insisting on her bringing Mrs.
How could Thyrsis explain that his marriage had not been as other men's? How could he hint at such a thing, without proving himself a cad? Section 10. The work of "contemporary biography" had come to an end; there followed weeks of seeking, and then another opening appeared Mr. Ardsley offered him a chance to do some manuscript-reading.
He would write a story of the struggles of a young author in the metropolis not such a young author as himself, a rebel and a frenzied egotist, but a plain, everyday young author whom other people could care about. He had the "local color" for such a tale, and he could do it without too much waste of time. Mr. Ardsley thought it an excellent idea.
Miss Ardsley was graciousness itself, and even the mention of Madame Milano's name did not seem to heighten her original cordiality, but she had disappointment for Patricia's high hopes in her accounts of the popularity of Artemis Lodge. "I assure you, my dear Mrs. Hayden, we have not a single empty room," she said with graceful regret.
Elinor and Judy and Bruce and I are going, and we want you to go with us." Rosamond turned drowsily on her pillows, pulling the satin coverlet up to her chin. "Awfully kind," she said indifferently. "I had tickets for us two and Miss Ardsley was to chaperone us. It was to surprise you, but we can give our tickets to her and let her take someone else. I fancy she can find some one who will go."
The great cry had too often been 'We must drum football into them, no matter what their physical condition. "After the terribly exhausting game at Princeton, which we won, 12 to 5, DeWitt Cochrane invited the team to go to his place at Ardsley and recuperate. It really was our salvation, and I have always been most grateful to Mr. and Mrs.
He made out a "scenario" of the rest of his new book, and sent it with the part he had already done to his friend Mr. Ardsley. Then for three weeks he waited in dread suspense; until at last came a letter asking him to call and talk over his proposition. Mr. Ardsley had been reading all Thyrsis' manuscripts, nor had he failed to note the triumph of "The Genius" abroad.
It was plain that the magic names of Hayden and Milano could do nothing in this case, and Patricia gave up hope, plunging into a dark region of despair from which it took a hard struggle on her part to emerge sufficiently to smile her farewells to Miss Ardsley and make her way out with the others with an appearance at least of cheerful indifference.
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