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When Presley had told Cedarquist that he was ill, that he was jaded, worn out, he had only told half the truth.
But Cedarquist was full of another idea: his new venture the organizing of a line of clipper wheat ships for Pacific and Oriental trade was prospering. "The 'Swanhilda' is the mother of the fleet, Pres. I had to buy HER, but the keel of her sister ship will be laid by the time she discharges at Calcutta. We'll carry our wheat into Asia yet.
So, there it is, all settled. Cedarquist and the girls are gone on ahead, and you are to take the old lady like a dear, dear poet. I believe I hear the carriage. Allons! En voiture!" Once settled in the cool gloom of the coupe, odorous of leather and upholstery, Mrs. Cedarquist exclaimed: "And I've never told you who you were to dine with; oh, a personage, really.
He arrived at the house nearly half an hour late, but before he could take off his overcoat, Mrs. Cedarquist appeared in the doorway of the drawing-room at the end of the hall. She was dressed as if to go out. "My DEAR Presley," she exclaimed, her stout, over-dressed body bustling toward him with a great rustle of silk. "I never was so glad. You poor, dear poet, you are thin as a ghost.
"My wife may come, and my daughters," said the manufacturer. "Ah," murmured Presley, "so much the better. I was going to give myself the pleasure of calling upon your daughters, Mr. Cedarquist, this afternoon." "You can save your carfare, Pres," said Cedarquist, "you will see them here."
Cedarquist was so taken up with her own endless stream of talk that she did not observe his confusion. "Their daughter Honora is going to Europe next week; her mother is to take her, and Mrs. Gerard is to have just a few people to dinner very informal, you know ourselves, you and, oh, I don't know, two or three others. Have you ever seen Honora? The prettiest little thing, and will she be rich?
He wondered what were the club regulations in the matter of bringing in visitors on Ladies' Day. "Sure enough, Ladies' Day," he remarked, "I am very glad you struck it, Governor. We can sit right where we are. I guess this is as good a place as any to see the crowd. It's a good chance to see all the big guns of the city. Do you expect your people here, Mr. Cedarquist?"
"One stage of the fight is to be passed this very day," observed Magnus. "My sons and myself are expecting hourly news from the City Hall, a decision in our case is pending." "We are both of us fighters, it seems, Mr. Derrick," said Cedarquist. "Each with his particular enemy.
It is my cross. Beauty," he closed his sore eyes with a little expression of pain, "beauty unmans me." But Mrs. Cedarquist was not listening. Her eyes were fixed on the artist's luxuriant hair, a thick and glossy mane, that all but covered his coat collar. "Leonine!" she murmured "leonine! Like Samson of old."
Cedarquist, "so delicate, such an exquisite flavour. How do you manage?" "We get all our asparagus from the southern part of the State, from one particular ranch," explained Mrs. Gerard. "We order it by wire and get it only twenty hours after cutting. My husband sees to it that it is put on a special train. It stops at this ranch just to take on our asparagus.
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