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"No." "Yes. They will sail in June if Helen is well enough. I'm to be god-mother." "If you were Mr. D'Alloi's chum, you must have known Ray Rivington," said Dorothy. "Yes. But I've not seen him since we graduated. He went out West." "He has just returned. Ranching is not to his taste." "Will you, if you see him, say that I'm in New York and should like to run across him?" "I will.
We are staying with papa, till the house in Fifty-seventh Street can be put in order. It has been closed since Mrs. D'Alloi's death. But don't let's talk houses. Tell me about yourself." "There is little to tell. I have worked at my profession, with success." "But I see your name in politics. And I've met many people in Europe who have said you were getting very famous."
"I wish I had known that," said Peter, with the sincerest regret in his voice. Miss D'Alloi's interest in legal literature suddenly ceased. She turned and Peter had a momentary glimpse of those wonderful eyes. Either his words or tone had evidently pleased Miss D'Alloi. The corners of her mouth were curving upwards. She made a deep courtesy to him and said: "You will be glad to know, Mr.
For that time we choose you speaker, and you can make us do as it pleases you." Twenty minutes later Peter passed into the D'Alloi drawing-room. He shook Mrs. D'Alloi's hand steadily, which was more than she did with his. Then he was made happy for a moment, with that of Leonore.
Stirling, that Miss D'Alloi has suffered no serious shock from her runaway, and passed a good night. It seemed to Miss D'Alloi that the least return she could make for Mr. Stirling's kindness, was to save him the trouble of coming to inquire about Miss D'Alloi's health, and so leave Mr. Stirling more time to his grimy old law books."
Peter, I have the finest, noblest husband that ever lived! He is everything that is good and kind!" Mrs. D'Alloi's face lighted up with happiness and tenderness. "And your children?" "We have only one. The sweetest, loveliest child you can imagine." "Fie, fie, Rosebud," cried a voice from the doorway. "You shouldn't speak of yourself so, even if it is the truth. Leave that to me.
I knew I was an American, really, but papa was always teasing me and saying I was a foreigner. I hate foreigners." "Confound you, chum, you've spoiled one of my best jokes! It's been such fun to see Dot bristle when I teased her. She's the hottest little patriot that ever lived." "I think Miss D'Alloi's nationality is akin to that of a case of which I once heard," said Peter, smiling.
"Are you a Harvard man?" "Yes." "You were Mr. D'Alloi's chum, weren't you?" said Miss Leroy. "Yes." "Watts D'Alloi?" again exclaimed Miss De Voe. "Yes." "But he's a mere boy." "He's two years my senior." "You don't mean it?" "Yes." "I thought you were over thirty." "Most people do." Miss De Voe said to herself, "I don't know as much about him as I thought I did.
Then there was applause, and a drinking of Miss D'Alloi's health, and the ladies passed out of the room to enjoy themselves, be it understood, leaving the men in the gloomy, quarrelsome frame of mind it always does.
"Do explain these mysterious remarks," said Dorothy. "Mr. Stirling and I officiated at a wedding, and I was in such mortal terror lest some usher should step on my gown, that it became a joke." "Whose wedding was that?" asked Miss De Voe. "Miss Pierce's and Watts D'Alloi's," said the bridesmaid. "Do you know Watts D'Alloi?" exclaimed Miss De Voe to Peter. "Yes." "Indeed! When?" "At college."
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