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There were a few days of sharp bargaining and on October the fourteenth it was sold to him. The price just barely covered the indebtedness. Mary Louise made haste to send Claybrook a check for the fifteen hundred dollars plus the interest. Two days later she got the notes through the mail with no comment and she tremblingly tore them into bits and scattered the bits from her window.
Directly he pulled forth a long, tangled confusion of links, opened the door, and stepped forth. As he thrust out his head Mary Louise called: "Haven't you any coat?" and his answer came back cheerily from the outside, "Never mind me. It'll all come out in the wash." She looked at Claybrook reproachfully. He sat stolidly in the corner but there was a look of discomfort in his face.
As the sad procession left the elevator, emerging into the corridor on the second floor, a tall man who was coming down the stairway confronted them. It was Dr. Maitland, the principal of the school! "What's this?" he asked, advancing with swift stride. The doctor hurriedly explained the circumstances. "A motor accident on the Claybrook Road, you say? Well, well! Poor little chap!
She started to refuse, remembering her resolve to see him less often. But then the thought of Joe Hooper presented itself. She owed Joe a kindness or two. Perhaps if she delayed, Claybrook would change his mind. She hesitated a moment. "All right," she assented. Claybrook laughed shortly. "You don't sound so keen, somehow. Don't know if I can afford a Marlowe or not.
On account of its location and the shelter afforded by its tents it was in 1861 transformed into a rendezvous of a radically different nature, the military companies that had been raised in the county assembling there preparatory to going into the army. It was there that Captain Gresham's company, known as the Lacy Rifles, was formally enrolled by Col. R. A. Claybrook and Dr. James Simmonds.
It was quite dark as they got out of the automobile, and the stuffy room was dimly lit by a few feeble incandescent lamps in loose-jointed and rather forlorn gilt wall brackets. They made their way over to the elevator. The lobby was empty; even the blonde was absent from her post. As they passed the faded plush divan Claybrook laid a detaining hand on her arm: "Sit down here a minute.
When Mary Louise saw Claybrook and Joe Hooper standing together in absorbed conversation, leaning each with one foot propped on the running board of a big shiny new car in the display room, she suddenly knew she had no business there. She saw them through the big plate-glass window as she came along. It would be hard to make her arrival seem casual.
She had noticed the interest with which Claybrook had inspected the place as they rolled by. He had asked the name of the owner. "Fine old trees," he had said. And later, "Walnuts," in answer to her question as to which ones he had meant. Yes, they had been fine old trees. Something enduring about them. They added to a place trees.
They could feel one side of the car lift slightly as Joe adjusted the chain, and then the other side; could dimly hear him struggling with the wheel jack. It seemed criminal to be exposed to such a rain. A wave of cold resentment against Claybrook came over her and she sat staring straight in front of her, lips tightly compressed, waiting.
Someone touched the back of his chair. He looked over his shoulder, saw a man's figure standing there, and then he rose to his feet. Dimly he heard Mary Louise's introduction. It was a Mr. Claybrook or something like that. "Won't you pull your chair up?" Joe invited. Mr. Claybrook decided he would.
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