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And the picture he made leading the singing, beating time with the hymn-book, and between the verses declaring that "he wanted to hear everyone's voice in the next verse," did not appeal very forcibly to her imagination. She fancied Sheldon Corthell doing these things, and could not forbear to smile.
There is no one else you would rather have?" He was smiling straight into her eyes, and she guessed what he meant. She smiled back at him, and the spirit of daring never more awake in her, replied, as she caught his eye: "There is no one else I would rather have." Corthell caught her hand of a sudden. "Laura," he cried, "let us end this fencing and quibbling once and for all.
"Oh, I didn't mean to blind you," said her husband, as he came forward. "But I thought it wouldn't be appropriate to tell you the good news in the dark." Corthell rose, and for the first time Jadwin caught sight of him. "This is Mr. Corthell, Curtis," Laura said. "You remember him, of course?" "Why, certainly, certainly," declared Jadwin, shaking Corthell's hand. "Glad to see you again.
Well, let's not talk shop. You're an artist, Mr. Corthell. What do you think of our house?" Later on when they had said good-by to Corthell, and when Jadwin was making the rounds of the library, art gallery, and drawing-rooms a nightly task which he never would intrust to the servants turning down the lights and testing the window fastenings, his wife said: "And now you are out of it for good."
She had never taken him very seriously but none the less it had been very sweet to know his whole universe depended upon the nod of her head, and that her influence over him had been so potent, had kept him clean and loyal and honest. And after this Corthell and Jadwin had come into her life, the artist and the man of affairs.
"We bought that here in America, in New York. It's by a Western artist. I never noticed it much, I'm afraid." "But now look at it," said Corthell. "Don't you know that the artist saw something more than trees and a pool and afterglow? He had that feeling of night coming on, as he sat there before his sketching easel on the edge of that little pool.
She would do well professionally." But Mrs. Wessels was not altogether convinced. Her eyes following her niece, she said to Corthell: "It's Laura's 'grand manner. My word, I know her in that part. "Of course it's very natural I should want my friends to like my sister.
She took herself and her sister in fact, the whole scheme of existence with extraordinary seriousness. She had no sense of humour. She was not tolerant; her ideas of propriety and the amenities were as immutable as the fixed stars. A fine way for Laura to act, getting off into corners with Sheldon Corthell. It would take less than that to make talk. If she had no sense of her obligations to Mrs.
What's it to me that he should know that Mr. Corthell came up here? Of course he was here." "If you didn't care whether any one knew that Mr. Corthell came up here," she said, quietly, "why did you tell us this morning at breakfast that you and he were in the art gallery the whole evening?
She feigned a surprise, though she guessed at once that Mrs. Cressler had Corthell in mind. "That Mr. Jadwin the one you met at the opera." Genuinely taken aback, Laura sat upright and stared wide-eyed. "Mr. Jadwin!" she exclaimed. "Why, we didn't have five minutes' talk. Why, I hardly know the man. I only met him last night." But Mrs.
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