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No doubt, the invitations for the occasion had appointed one o'clock as the time, for between that hour and two, the guests arrived in an almost unbroken stream. From their point of vantage in the round window of the main room, Magnus, his two sons, and Presley looked on very interested. Cedarquist had excused himself, affirming that he must look out for his women folk.
The company sat down to the first course of raw Blue Point oysters, served upon little pyramids of shaved ice, and the two butlers at once began filling the glasses of the guests with cool Haut Sauterne. Mrs. Gerard, who was very proud of her dinners, and never able to resist the temptation of commenting upon them to her guests, leaned across to Presley and Mrs. Cedarquist, murmuring, "Mr.
He, himself, was a member of the club, and the presence of women within its doors, except on special occasions, was not tolerated. He turned to Lyman Derrick for an explanation, but this other had also seen the women and abruptly exclaimed: "I declare, I had forgotten about it. Why, this is Ladies' Day, of course." "Why, yes," interposed Cedarquist, glancing at the women over his shoulder.
A middle-aged man, with iron grey hair and moustache, who wore a frock coat and a white waistcoat, and in some indefinable manner suggested a retired naval officer, was sitting at their table smoking a long, thin cigar. At sight of him, Presley became animated. He uttered a mild exclamation: "Why, isn't that Mr. Cedarquist?" "Cedarquist?" repeated Lyman Derrick. "I know him well.
On this occasion, delighted that she had come upon a "minor poet," she insisted upon presenting him to Hartrath. "You two should have so much in common," she explained. Presley shook the flaccid hand of the artist, murmuring conventionalities, while Mrs. Cedarquist hastened to say: "I am sure you know Mr. Presley's verse, Mr. Hartrath. You should, believe me. You two have much in common.
"Oh, once away from Bonneville and the sight of the ruin there, I'm better. But I intend to go away. And that makes me think, I came to ask you if you could help me. If you would let me take passage on one of your wheat ships. The Doctor says an ocean voyage would set me up." "Why, certainly, Pres," declared Cedarquist. "But I'm sorry you'll have to go.
He was suddenly aware of Cedarquist's voice in his ear, and, turning about, found himself face to face with the manufacturer, his wife and his two daughters. There was a meeting. Salutations were exchanged, Presley shaking hands all around, expressing his delight at seeing his old friends once more, for he had known the family from his boyhood, Mrs. Cedarquist being his aunt. Mrs.
The drawing of the numbers in the raffle was about to be made. Hartrath, in a flurry of agitation, excused himself. Cedarquist took Presley by the arm. "Pres, let's get out of this," he said. "Come into the wine room and I will shake you for a glass of sherry." They had some difficulty in extricating themselves. The main room where the drawing was to take place suddenly became densely thronged.
The warmth was of the meagerest, and the street lamps, birds of fire in cages of glass, fluttered and danced in the prolonged gusts of the trade wind that threshed and weltered in the city streets from off the ocean. Presley entered the dining-room of the Gerard mansion with little Miss Gerard on his arm. The other guests had preceded them Cedarquist with Mrs.
'Over-cerebration, he says; 'over-excitement. I fancy I rather narrowly missed brain fever." "Well, I can easily suppose it," answered Cedarquist gravely, "after all you have been through." Presley closed his eyes they were sunken in circles of dark brown flesh and pressed a thin hand to the back of his head. "It is a nightmare," he murmured. "A frightful nightmare, and it's not over yet.
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