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Louisiana sent two delegates whom she has since advanced to the Senate Randall L. Gibson and James B. Eustis. Thomas S. Bocock, fourteen years a representative in the National Congress, afterwards Speaker of the Confederate Congress, came from Virginia.
Miss Bocock's gaze, behind its crystal medium, was a smooth surface from which the light balls of dialogue rebounded easily. Miss Bocock thought that she had never talked so well upon her own topics as on this occasion, and from the intentness of the glances turned upon her she might well have been misled as to her effectiveness.
That will do beautifully for you, Miss Bocock. I've been telling Miss Bocock about it; she is very much interested." "Very much indeed. I am on the committee of such a club in England," said Miss Bocock; "I should like to go over it with you." Imogen smiled assent, while inwardly she muttered "Snake!"
He replied, his eye neither braving nor evading hers, that he had already answered them; and Mary, after a little pause, in which she studied her friend's face, said: "I don't understand you this morning, Jack." "I'm afraid you'll understand me less when I make you a confession. I didn't give your message this morning, Mary." "Didn't give Mrs. Upton's message, to Miss Bocock, to Sir Basil?"
Wake at hand a friend to whom one had never to make explanations, yet who always understood what was wanted of her, with a presence so propitious as the calm and unconscious Miss Bocock, the sickening plunges of explanation and recrimination that accompany unwary seafaring and unskilful seamanship were quite avoided in the time that passed between Valerie's appearance at the tea-table where she dispensed refreshment to Mrs.
"Miss Bocock, luckily, was on the other side of the veranda, so that I had only to go round to her afterward and tell her that Mrs. Upton had suggested their gardening, but that since she was going to drive with Sir Basil she could go off to the club, at once, too, with Imogen." "But, Jack! what did you mean by it?" Mary, quite aghast, stared at her Machiavellian friend.
You must talk of all the things you used to talk of before before either I or Imogen came." They were all on the veranda when Mary went down; all, that is, but Rose and Eddy. Sir Basil and Miss Bocock were deep in letters.
"Jack, only this morning, I've begun to suspect it; what is the matter?" "Everything. Everything is the matter. So, she mustn't be allowed to take all the drudgery on her hands. Miss Bocock may go to the club with Imogen; she's just ready to go, she wants to go; and Mrs. Upton must have the drive with Sir Basil. He'd far rather drive with her than walk with Imogen," said Jack brazenly.
Imogen always knew when people were capable of being, as she expressed it to herself, "Hers." She made small effort for those who were without the capacity. She never misdirected such smiles upon Rose, or Miss Bocock, or Mrs. Wake.
Oh, would you tell us the colour of your eyes? Gladys thinks deep, dark grey, but I think velvety brown; we talk and talk about it and can't decide. We mustn't take up any more of your precious time. Your two little adorers, Gladys and Ethel Bocock." "Bocock," Madame von Marwitz commented. "No one can adore me like they do. Let us hope not. Petites sottes."
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