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True, she considered these differences all in her own favor, as, for example, her far larger back pompadour, with the puffs, but you never could tell about gentlemen. "I'm surprised," she said to Mr. Klinker, "Mr. Bylash didn't go out to give her the glad hand, and welcome her into our humble coturee." Mr.
Even Miss Miller, ordinarily indefatigable where gentlemen were concerned, soon gave him up. To Mr. Bylash she spoke contemptuously of him, but secretly she was awed by his stately manner of speech and his godlike indifference to all pleasures, including those of female society. Of them all, Nicolovius was the only one who seemed in the least impressed by Mr.
Everybody thought that the old professor's remark was in bad taste, for it was generally known that Henry G. Surface was one subject that even Miss Weyland's intimate friends never mentioned to her. Nicolovius, however, appeared absolutely unconcerned by the boarders' silent rebuke. He ate on, rapidly but abstemiously, and finished before Mr. Bylash, who had had twenty minutes' start of him.
But he would not pluck the hateful thing off, no, no for that would have been an admission that he was wrong in putting it on; and he was never wrong. So Bylash, reading one of Miss Jibby's works in the parlor, and pausing for a drink of water at the end of a glorious chapter, found him tramping and muttering. His flying look dared Bylash to address him, and Bylash prudently took the dare.
Bylash, who had been thinking of doing that very thing, said rather shortly that the ladies present quite satisfied him. "And who do you think brought her around and right up to the door?" continued William Klinker, taking no notice of their blandishments. "Hon. West Charles Gardenia West " A scream from Miss Miller applauded the witty hit. "Oh, it ain't mine," said Mr. Klinker modestly.
Bylash seemed touched with a new dignity, and even Miss Miller's pompadour looked human and sorry. But two faces Miss Weyland did not see among the kind-eyed boarders: the old professor, who had locked himself in his room, and the little Doctor who was at that moment coming down the steps. "Supper's very late," said she. "Emma and Laura ... have been much upset.
"Well, she hasn't got any call to intrude in my affairs," said Mr. Bylash, still rather miffed. "I'm here to tell you that!" "Oh, I ain't speakin' of the reg'lars," answered Klinker, "so don't get nervous. But say, I got kind of a hunch that here is where the little Doc gets his."
The last boarder rising drew shut the folding-doors into the parlor, while the ladies of the house remained to superintend and assist in clearing off the supper things. The last boarder this time was Mr. Bylash, who tried without success to catch Miss Weyland's eye as he slid to the doors.
"Nothing at all,'thanks," said Queed, so indignantly that Nicolovius dropped the subject at once. The star-boarder of Mrs. Paynter's might have been fifty-five or he might have been seventy, and his clothes had long been the secret envy of Mr. Bylash. He leaned against the mantel at his ease, blowing blue smoke.
Now you're not a bit good at collecting money because you're so well-bred, but I'm not so awfully well-bred " "You are " "I'm bold blunt brazen! I'm forward. I'm resolute and grim. In short, I belong to the younger generation which you despise so " "I don't despise you, you dear " "Come," said Sharlee, springing up; "let's go down. I'm wild to meet Mr. Bylash again.
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