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He paused on the threshold and came back. Why, he did not know. But having come back, he kissed her once again, his hands on her cheeks. There were tears in her eyes. "You're so kind and good to an old woman, Richard." "Pshaw! there's nobody your equal in all the world. Good night;" and he stepped out into the hall. The next morning he left town for the Benningtons' bungalow in the Adirondacks.
The Benningtons were there, but there was only a frigid nod when she encountered Mrs. Jack and Patty. She wondered that she nodded at all. She took her friend, Mrs. Fairchilds, into a corner. She simply had to tell some one of her discovery, or at least a hint of it. "Do you recollect what I told you?" "About ?" Mrs. Fairchilds glanced quickly at Mrs. Jack. "Yes.
The dramatist declared that there would be no play that season. The manager threatened a lawsuit; Warrington remained unmoved. His first duty was to his party; after the first Tuesday in November he would see. This argument found its way to reportorial ears, with the result that it merely added to the young candidate's growing popularity. It was only occasionally that he saw the Benningtons.
"All pigs squeal alike to me," Asher began, but Thaine choked him to silence. "Hurry up and get togged out for the party," he urged. "The Benningtons will be over early. Jo's been here all day. I'll take care of the horses. Hike!" "Be sure to rub them down. They had to pull hard today," Asher called back as he went up the walk toward the house. "Oh, fiddle!
"Very well, sir; just as you think best." The Benningtons were very kind to him. They engaged his interest the moment he entered the house. They talked of a thousand and one things diverting: the foreign news, the political outlook, the September horse-show at which Patty would ride and jump, what was contemplated in society for the fall and winter, the ice-carnival, and the engagements.
Your dear mother will write you to-night, and will enclose a little note of invitation from us both to your friend 'Shagganappi' how that good old North-West word brings back my youth! I think I like your friend, even before I see him, just because he has adopted that name." So it was all arranged that Shag should spend the Easter vacation at the palatial home of the Benningtons in Montreal.
Half the time he runs over to the Benningtons' and stays all night. I don't see why he should." "Maybe they pet him over there. Perhaps he wants a hand sometimes, just like human beings when they're lonely. If you petted him once in a while, one pat for every ten you give the cat, the old boy would be tickled to death." "But I'm kind to him, Richard; he has the best meat I can buy.
So he made an appointment with Senator Henderson the next morning. He left the Benningtons with the promise that he would return that evening and dine with them. Warrington had become the senator's hobby; he was going to do great things with this young man's future. He would some day make an ambassador of him; it would be a pleasant souvenir of his old age.
"Then we are hopelessly bankrupt," Thaine declared. "Isn't this a wonderful night?" "Yes, and father and mother are going home so early," Jo said. "Well, your whole wardrobe is over here; why not stay all night? You can help Rosie and mother and me tomorrow. There are plenty of Benningtons left at your home without you, and mother will want you," Thaine urged. "Do you want me to?" Jo asked softly.
The Benningtons want you to come up at once instead of next week." Warrington brightened perceptibly. He went to work, but his heart wasn't in it. The interview with McQuade insisted upon recurring. Why hadn't he walked out without any comment whatever? Silence would have crushed McQuade. He knew that McQuade could not back up this threat; it was only a threat. Bah!
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