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But no sooner had she exchanged greetings with the others and settled herself in her place than she slipped her coat from her shoulders. It was while she was doing this that she noted, for the first time, Landry Court standing half in and half out of the shadow of the vestibule behind Mr. Cressler's chair. "This is the first time he has been here since since that night," Mrs.
He stood by Cressler's side, his head bent forward, his hands the fingers incessantly twisting and untwisting clasped behind his back. Never for once did his eyes leave Laura's face. She herself was absolutely calm, only a little paler perhaps than usual; but never more beautiful, never more charming.
Cressler's observations upon the capabilities and business ability of "J.," "you know I never heard of him before you spoke of our theatre party. I don't know anything about him." But Mrs. Cressler promptly supplied the information. Curtis Jadwin was a man about thirty-five, who had begun life without a sou in his pockets. He was a native of Michigan.
"I'm coming over to take luncheon with you and your husband, if you will let me." "Oh, Charlie is about the same, Laura," answered Mrs. Cressler's voice. "I guess the dear man has been working too hard, that's all. Do come over and cheer him up. If I'm not here when you come, you just make yourself at home. I've got to go down town to see about railroad tickets and all.
Jadwin laughed, and leaning over, put his fingers upon Cressler's breast, as though turning off a switch. "Now, Miss Dearborn," he announced, "we've shut him off. Charlie means all right, but now and then some one brushes against him and opens that switch." Cressler, good-humouredly laughed with the others, but Laura's smile was perfunctory and her eyes were grave. But there was a diversion.
"Get your carriage, sir?" cried a ragged, half-grown arab at Cressler's elbow. "Hurry up, then," said Cressler. Then, raising his voice, for the clamour was increasing with every second: "What's your number, Laura? You girls first. Ninety-three? Get that, boy? Ninety-three. Quick now." The carriage appeared. Hastily they said good-by; hastily Laura expressed to Mrs.
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