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Matthew had studied them, like a skilful strategist, catered to them, and felt quite sure that he had that revered individual on his side. But, in the midst of these pleasant imaginings, there rose the dark and baleful image of Chiffield! Marcus Wilkeson was also pondering pleasantly, if one might judge from the contented smile upon his lips.
"Nervous? Perhaps she is just a trifle nervous, sir. All women are." "True true! One of the peculiarities of the sex. Well, you have had a pleasant time, I trust?" "Pleasant time? Oh! yes delightful! Your daughter is a charming girl, sir, and will make a most excellent wife." Mr. Chiffield spoke as if he were very much in earnest, but the expression of his face was not of rapture.
The owners wouldn't let it. Mean, weren't they?" "Contemptible!" replied Chiffield. "We should have had it nicely swept and lighted. The breeze coming down the river would have been beautiful, and the awful noise of the Falls wouldn't have been too loud for the music. But we almost made up for our disappointment.
That gentleman took them with a profound bow, glanced over them, and said, "How elegant!" "What rich scenery!" "How tasty they are got up, a'n't they?" "This is the showiest picture;" "Here's a neat one," &c., &c., &c. Mr. Chiffield had contracted the use of a certain class of highly descriptive adjectives in selling dry goods.
"Anyhow, I examined his pocket, last night, when he was asleep in the cars, and found only five dollars there." Mr. Whedell's jaw dropped. "Oh, no! it can't be," said he, at length. "Mr. Chiffield must be a rich man. You remember his fine horses at Saratoga and Newport. You remember how much his society was courted by mammas with disposable daughters. They never patronize poor young men.
To the anxious inquiry by her parent after her health, she only replied, "Horrid!" Mr. Chiffield wore the aspect of a man who is disappointed in his just expectations. He gave a hearty grip to the proffered hand of his father-in-law, but he quarrelled with the driver over the fare, and abused him in an under tone, by way of relieving himself.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, madam." Greatly to the relief of the three callers, who were seized with a desire to laugh aloud during this short, snapping dialogue, a bell rang, and a new figure entered upon the scene. The two ladies rose about three inches, and greeted him as Mr. Chiffield. Mr.
When Chiffield first began to call here, and showed a profound interest in my conversation, I knew that he was after you, and I thought it best to look into his resources. The tax rolls, which are the best possible evidence, show that he has ten lots in Harlem, with a cottage tenement on each of them, and several acres now rented to German gardeners in the Twelfth Ward.
"She is a treasure, sir a perfect treasure!" replied the doting parent. "It cost me many pangs to part with her. I trust that we shall not be separated now. Why should we be? There are but three of us just enough for a happy family." Mr. Whedell was hinting at a home under the future roof of his son-in-law. "I agree with you perfectly," said Mr. Chiffield, with unaffected eagerness.
Clementina watched him narrowly, and thought how nicely she could manage this heavy fellow. "How many times have you been to the Falls?" she asked, when Chiffield had shuffled through the photographs twice. "Three times," said Chiffield, telling a white lie; for he had seen them at morning, noon, and evening on the same day. "And how often have you visited them, Miss Whedell?"
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