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Twice a week on Mondays and Thursdays she took a French lesson. Corthell managed to enlist the good services of Mrs. Wessels and escorted her to numerous piano and 'cello recitals, to lectures, to concerts.
Don't know the meaning of speculation and don't want to. There's a boy with some sense." "It's just as well," persisted Mrs. Cressler reflectively, "that Laura wouldn't have him. Of course they're not made for each other. But I thought that Corthell would have made her happy. But she won't ever marry 'J. He asked her to; she didn't tell me, but I know he did. And she's refused him flatly.
She turned about quickly. "I must be going," he said. "I came to say good night." He held out his hand. "Good night," she answered, as she gave him hers. Then all at once she added: "Come to see me again soon, will you? Come Wednesday night." And then, his heart leaping to his throat, Corthell felt her hand, as it lay in his, close for an instant firmly about his fingers.
And in admitting that she cared to have the conversation proceed upon this footing, she realised that she was sheering towards unequivocal coquetry. She saw the false move now, knew that she had lowered her guard. On all accounts it would have been more dignified to have shown only a mild interest in what Corthell wished.
"Well, well," he exclaimed, "I must be flustered. Corthell," he declared between swallows, "take my advice. Buy May wheat. It'll beat art all hollow." "Oh, dear, no," returned the artist. "I should lose my senses if I won, and my money if I didn't. "That's so. Keep out of it. It's a rich man's game. And at that, there's no fun in it unless you risk more than you can afford to lose.
"No, madam." She bit her lip in vexation. "I can't imagine what can keep Curtis so late," she murmured. "Well," she added, at the end of her resources, "we must make the best of it. I think we will go in, Mr. Corthell, without waiting. Curtis must be here soon now." But, as a matter of fact, he was not.
They had taken the decision so unexpectedly that she had no time to tell him of the change in her plans. Corthell wondered if she had as a matter of fact forgotten all about her appointment with him. He never quite understood the incident, and afterwards asked himself whether or no he could be so sure, after all, of the estrangement between the husband and wife.
For a wonder, Jadwin was able to be present. Laura had prevailed upon him to give her this evening and the evening of the following Wednesday on which latter occasion she had planned that they were to take a long drive in the park in the buggy, just the two of them, as it had been in the days of their courtship. Corthell came to the Cresslers quite as a matter of course.
A long "Madeira" chair stood at the window which overlooked the park and lake, and near to it a great round table of San Domingo mahogany, with tea things and almost diaphanous china. "What a beautiful room," murmured Corthell, as she touched the button in the wall that opened the current, "and how much you have impressed your individuality upon it. I should have known that you lived here.
"I'm positive that Sheldon Corthell asked her to marry him," mused Mrs. Cressler after a moment's silence. "I'm sure that's why he left so suddenly." Her husband grunted grimly as he turned his paper so as to catch the reflection of the vestibule light. "Don't you think so, Charlie?" "Uh! I don't know. I never had much use for that fellow, anyhow."
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