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Or had she, in sheer disgust for the turn the affair had been given by that brute Bushwick, thrown up the whole business? He looked round for Mrs. Westangle; she was not there; he conjectured he could only conjecture that she was absent conferring with Miss Shirley and trying to save the day.
Bushwick chuckled merrily, and took a fresh quid of tobacco. Robert also laughed at the vivacious description. "But I don't quite see why it should be called the Liberty Tree," Robert said. "I was coming to that.
Bushwick listened as mutely, with a face that, to Verrian's eye, seemed to harden from its light jocosity into a severity he had not seen in it before. "It was something," she ended towards Bushwick, with a catch in her breath, "that you had to know." "Yes," he answered, tonelessly. "And now" she attempted a little forlorn playfulness "don't you think he gave me what I deserved?"
"'See how she comes to give surprise, With joy and pleasure in her eyes; To give delight she always tries, There's none like Nancy Dawson." "That's a good song," said Robert. Mr. Bushwick put the quid once more in his mouth, and went on with the story.
The secret in which he lived in that regard was apparently safe from that young, amiable, good-looking real-estate broker. He inferred, from the absence of any allusion to the superstition of the women as to his profession, that it had not spread to Bushwick at least, and this inclined him the more to like him.
Haow's King George and his wife? he asked. I told him they were well. 'When you go hum, said he, 'jes give 'em the 'spec's of Peter Bushwick, and tell George that Yankee Doodle ain't goin' to pay no tax on tea." Lord Upperton laughed heartily. "I rather like Peter Bushwick," he said. "I'd give a two-pound note to have him at Almack's for an evening. He'd set the table in a roar."
"Of course," Bushwick assented, and then he added, with a bonhomie really so amiable that a man with even an unreasonable grudge could hardly resist it, "If you call it dispassionate." Verrian could not help laughing. "Well, passionate, then. I don't know why it should be so confoundedly vexatious. But somehow I would have chosen Miss Macroyd Is she specially dear to you?" "Not the least!"
"You won't wait for me till my pipe's out?" "No, I think not. I seem to be just making it, and if I waited I might lose my grip." He offered Bushwick a friendly hand. "Do you suppose it's been my soothing conversation? I'm like the actor that the doctor advised to go and see himself act. I can't talk myself sleepy." "You might try it," Verrian said, going out.
Verrian was tempted to add the condition by the opportunity for a cynicism which he did not feel. It is one of the privileges of youth to be cynical, whether or no. Bushwick sat down before the fire and rubbed his shins with his two hands unrestfully, drawing in a long breath between his teeth. "These things get on to my nerves sometimes. I shouldn't want the ghost-dance to fail." "On Mrs.
"But we didn't understand," one of the girls said, coming to the rescue, "that the ghost was going to answer questions that were not asked. That would give us all away." "Then the only thing is for you to go and ask before it gets a chance to answer," Bushwick said. "Well, I will," the girl returned.
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