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Ted started at this as if he had been walking barefoot and had stepped on a wasp and she caught him instantly. "Dear, dear, so Mr. Billett has serious intentions also and I thought a little while ago that I was really in Mr. Billett's confidence it only shows how little one can tell.
Well, I don't know quite why I'm keeping you here though there was something I wanted to say to you, I believe in a most serious and grandmotherly manner too the way of a grown woman as Sargent would put it poor Sargent " She laughed. "Oh yes, I remember now. It was only that I don't think you need worry about Mr. Billett any more. You see?" "I think so," said Oliver with some incomprehension.
"And now I really must be getting back," she cuts in briskly, her fingers playing with a hat that certainly needs no rearrangement, when Ted, after absent-mindedly paying the bill, is starting to speak in the voice of one still sleep-walking. "But it was delightful, Mr. Billett I love talking about myself and you were really very sweet to listen so nicely." She has definitely risen. Ted must, too.
"Only you see," and this was Oliver doing his best at the ingenuous boy, "Ted Billett, you know he said he might be having dinner with you this evening and I've got a very important letter for him awful nuisance don't see why it couldn't have gone in the mail by itself but the man was absolutely insistent on my delivering it by hand." "A letter? Oh yes. And they want an answer right away?"
But in any case," and she gave her hand. "Mr. Billett must be freezing to death in that car," she murmured. "Good-by, Oliver, and my best if wholly unrespectable good wishes." "Thanks and good luck to you." She turned on him swiftly. "Oh, no. All the happiness in the world and no luck -that's better, isn't it? Good-by." "Good-by."
It was true. Oliver had been struck with that during his army experiences things somehow had never seemed to stick to him the way they had seemed to with Ted. "Which is one reason that I feel so sure Mr. Billett will get on very well with Sargent's daughter if his Puritan principles don't make him feel too much as if he were linking her for life to a lost soul," went on Mrs. Severance.
He noticed, however, that when she came to talk to him, though it was still with lightness, she was at no particular effort any longer to make the lightness anything but a method of dealing with wounds. "Mr. Billett does not seem quite to appreciate exactly how much your timely pugilistics did for him," she observed. "Or exactly how they might have affected you." Oliver set his jaw, rather.
Billett and when you do marry, please send me an invitation oh I shan't come, I've been far too well brought-up but I must send appreciations and so must have the address. We have had a pleasant acquaintanceship together, haven't we? perhaps a little more pleasant on my side than on yours but even so it's so nice to think that nothing has ever happened that either of us could really regret.
I fell in with several old messmates; they congratulated me on my promotion, and declared I should give them a dinner to wet my commission, to which I readily consented. The day was named, and Mr Billett was ordered to provide accordingly.
The house-party was to last a week, except for Ted Billett who would have to go back after Labor Day and before eight hours of it were over, Oliver was watching Ted with grandmotherly interest, a little mordant jealousy, and humor, that, at times, verged toward the hysterical.
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