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Three hundred thousand a year. 'J. is getting richer all the time, and why he can't be satisfied with his own business instead of monkeying 'round La Salle Street is a mystery to me." But, as Mrs. Cressler was about to reply, Laura came to the open window of the parlour. "Oh, Mrs. Cressler," she called, "I don't seem to find your 'Idylls' after all. I thought they were in the little book-case."
Cressler her appreciation and enjoyment. Corthell saw them to the carriage, and getting in after them shut the door behind him. They departed. Laura sank back in the cool gloom of the carriage's interior redolent of damp leather and upholstery. "What an evening! What an evening!" she murmured. Each time they were enthusiastic. Yes, yes, that was the air. Wasn't it pretty, wasn't it beautiful?
No," she explained, as Mrs. Cressler laid her fingers upon her left hand, "That I would not have yet." "Oh, it was like 'J. to be persistent," repeated Mrs. Cressler. "Persistent!" murmured Laura. "He simply wouldn't talk of anything else. It was making him sick, he said. And he did have a fever often. But he would come out to see me just the same.
Then added, "Somehow it makes tears come to my eyes to think of it." "But, Laura," urged Mrs. Cressler, "you love Curtis, don't you? You you're such a strange girl sometimes. Dear child, talk to me as though I were your mother. There's no one in the world loves you more than I do. You love Curtis, don't you?" Laura hesitated a long moment. "Yes," she said, slowly at length.
Cressler: "Well, how about Helmick?" The other made an impatient movement of his shoulders. "Ask me, what was the fool thinking of a corner! Pshaw!" There were one or two other men about, making their overcoats and opera hats into neat bundles preparatory to checking them; and instantly there was a flash of a half-dozen eyes in the direction of the two men.
Cressler hastened to whisper in Laura's ear. "He told me about well, he told me what occurred, you know. He came to dinner to-night, and afterwards the poor boy nearly wept in my arms. You never saw such penitence." Laura put her chin in the air with a little movement of incredulity. But her anger had long since been a thing of the past. Good-tempered, she could not cherish resentment very long.
"No, I'm I'm just as well out of it." "And it's for good and all this time, eh?" "For good and all." "Well," commented Cressler, "some one else has begun where you left off, I guess. This Unknown Bull, I mean. All the boys are trying to find out who he is. Crookes, though, was saying to me Cal Crookes, you know he was saying he didn't care who he was.
He not only talked well himself, but seemed to have the faculty of making her do the same. She remembered that in the old days, before she had met Jadwin, her mind and conversation, for undiscoverable reasons, had never been nimbler, quicker, nor more effective than when in the company of the artist. Cressler.
In the box the conversation turned upon stage management, and Corthell told how, in "L'Africaine," at the Opera, in Paris, the entire superstructure of the stage wings, drops, and backs turned when Vasco da Gama put the ship about. Jadwin having criticised the effect because none of the actors turned with it, was voted a Philistine by Mrs. Cressler and Corthell. But as he was about to answer, Mrs.
Then all fell silent again. Even the shuffling of the janitor ceased for an instant. "Isn't it still?" murmured Aunt Wess', her head in the air. "I wonder if that was them. I heard a door slam. They tell me that the rector has been married three times." Mr. Cressler and young Miss Gretry appeared. "Laura will be over soon," whispered Mr. Cressler. "Carrie is with her.
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