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"I can give you an hour, if you've anything to say before it's done not longer." She drew a long breath. "Mr. Bines, are you mad? Can't you be rational?" "I haven't been irrational, I give you my word, not once since I came here." He looked at her steadily. All at once he saw her face go crimson. She turned her eyes from his with an effort. "I'm going back to Montana in the morning.
Bines opened the door. It was the tiny kitchen of Philippe. Philippe, himself, in shirt-sleeves, sat in a chair tilted back close to the gas-range, the Courier des Etats Unis in his hands and Paul on his lap. Celine ironed the bosom of a gentleman's white shirt on an ironing board supported by the backs of two chairs.
"I fancied, you know," he explained to Uncle Peter, "that it might do for an ordinary luncheon claret, but on my sacred honour, the stuff is villainous. Now you'll agree with me, Mr. Bines, I dare say, that a Bordeaux of even recent vintage is vastly superior to the very best so-called American claret."
So little variation was there in the time-worn tale, and in the maid's reception of it, that neither need here be told of in detail. Nor were the proceedings next morning less tamely orthodox. Mrs. Bines managed to forget her relationship of elder sister to the poor long enough to behave as a mother ought when the heart of her daughter has been given into a true-love's keeping.
I won't tell you all the wild, lawless thoughts that scurried and sneaked through my mind they don't matter now for all at once it came out that he was the only son of that wealthy Bines who died awhile ago you remember the name was mentioned that night at your house when they were discussing the exodus of Western millionaires to New York; some one named the father as one who liked coming to New York to dissipate occasionally, but who was still rooted in the soil where his millions grew.
In the language of the estimable Herr Doctor von Herzlich, he will seek those avenues of modification in which the least struggle is required. In the simpler phrasing of Uncle Peter Bines, he will "cut loose." During the winter that now followed Percival Bines behaved according to either formula, as the reader may prefer.
From a patch of barren sun-baked rock and earth, three miles long and a third of a mile wide, high up on the eastern slope of Mount Davidson, he beheld more millions taken out than the wildest enthusiast had ever before ventured to dream of. But Peter Bines was a luckless unit of the majority that had perforce to live on the hope produced by others' findings. The time for his strike had not come.
I wish now I'd learned more of it at the Sem, and talked more with that French Delpasse girl that was always toasting marshmallows on a hat-pin." "That lady Mrs. Drelmer introduced me to," said Mrs. Bines, "is an artist, miniature artist, hand-painted you know, and she's going to paint our miniatures for a thousand dollars each because we're friends of Mrs. Drelmer."
Then play the higher first, so that when the lower falls your partner may know you are out of the suit, and ruff it." Mrs. Bines declared that it did seem to her very much like out-and-out gambling. But Percival, looking over the stubs of his sister's check-book, warmly protested her innocence of this charge.
Here, perchance, may be found a clue in symbol to the family strife. The Bines what-not in the sitting-room was grimly orthodox in its equipment.
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