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There was no mistaking the seriousness of her voice. Mr. Harris extinguished the oil lamp, covering the chafing dish clumsily with a discordant, disagreeable sound. Mrs. Cheever and Mrs. Enos Jackson swung about abruptly, Maude Lille rose a little from her seat, while the men imitated these movements of expectancy with a clumsy shuffling of the feet. "Mr. Enos Jackson?" "Yes, Mrs. Kildair."
Later on Dick saw the gentleman once more at work in the bank. He acted his part to perfection, and not even the bookkeeper seemed to have the slightest suspicion that Mr. Cheever could be anything other than he claimed. Of course, the fact that he had formerly been a bank examiner before taking up his present profession of investigation made it easy for him to play the game.
And now it seemed that he had in his wanderings found some one who mated him exactly. The butterfly had liked the rose, but had fluttered away; when it found the orchid it closed its wings and rested content. It was a frightful revelation to Charity, for it meant that Cheever had been merely flirting with her. She had caught his eye as a girl in a strange port captivates a sailor.
John Cheever was the one person in all West Roxbury who sympathized with my sister and myself in the most grievous trial we ever encountered as children. The Brook Farmers and all their neighbors ignored Christmas.
Cheever, in rising, met the glance of his wife, and the look of questioning and wonder that passed did not escape the hostess. "But, my dear Mrs. Kildair," said Mrs. Jackson with a little nervous catch of her breath, "what is it? I'm getting terribly worked up! My nerves " "Miss Lille?" said the voice of command. "Yes."
"Here, Pell," Atkins called to him from the bed where he had gone to look after Cheever. "See what you can do for your friend." And Rex went over to Harrington and tried to pilot him to a seat. Then he held the other's head and shut his eyes, while he wondered if there was ever such a donkey on the face of the earth as he, Reginald Pell, to do all that he had done for this.
So much is bound to be over or under done. Cheever made a pretense of rushing out of his office. He looked at his watch violently, so that his secretary should be startled as he politely pretended to be. Cheever gasped, then rushed his lie with sickly histrionism: "I say, Hudspeth, call up my Mrs. Cheever, will you? And er tell her I've had to dash for the train to er Phila" cough "delphia.
When Zada complained that she had had a dreadful day of blues Cheever made jokes for her as for a child, and she laughed like the child she was. For her amusement he even went to a piano and played, with blundering three-chord accompaniment, a song or two. He played jokes on the keyboard.
Kedzie's lawyer, however, felt it good tactics to assume now the pose of benevolent patience with an erring one. Seeing that Charity was in danger of stirring the hearts of the jurors by her suffering, he forestalled their sympathy and murmured: "I will wait till Mrs. Cheever has regained control of herself." Instantly Charity's pride quickened in her. She wanted none of that beast's pity.
Charity pretended a great interest in her program and laughed flightily. Cheever was morose. He stole glances at Zada and saw that she was in anguish. He felt that he had treated her like dirt. He was unworthy of her, or of his wife, or of anything but a horsewhip. He glanced at Charity and was fooled by her casual chatter.
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