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"The fellow has training and facility," said Daffingdon; "but a great monumental scheme conceived in such a spirit as that No, we have nothing to fear from him." But there was much to fear from the complacency of Roscoe Orlando Gibbons.
Heaven pardon her, though, for ever having brought Virgilia Jeffreys to Daffingdon Dill's studio! She herself had come there full of Jeremiah McNulty and Andrew P. Hill and Roscoe Orlando Gibbons. "It's a big undertaking," she had told Dill. "They're struggling with it now, poor things. They need expert advice. If I were only one of the board of directors!" Dill came up to the mark gingerly.
Why shouldn't she drop in on the cooks? Robin Morrell was not there; she was received by Richard. Richard had heard from Gibbons what was in the wind, but knew nothing as yet, of course, about his brother's rejection. Eudoxia understood that Richard was hand and glove with Hill. She asked his influence as a matter of justice to Daffingdon Dill.
Anyway, we'll keep up the pretence of good terms. Let's go." Virgilia and Daffingdon had given over all mention of Japan, and had left off the shy, desultory house-hunting that had occupied the spare hours of their engagement. This great question with the bank must be settled first. Nor was Virgilia sure that Daff was proving to be all she had fancied him.
Daffingdon was a bachelor, and he was old enough or young enough for anything, being just thirty; and his sister Judith, who was some years his senior, sat behind his tea-urn on most occasions and made it possible for the young things of society to flutter in as freely as they willed.
So Daffingdon and his sister encouraged them to come, and the young things came gladly, willing enough to meet with a break in the social round that was already becoming monotonous; and among the others came Preciosa McNulty, dear little Preciosa, pretty, warm-hearted, self-willed But we will wait a bit for her, if you please.
Young Prochnow was off the board, but that did not put Daffingdon Dill back upon it; nor would he be there till she should have placed him there. "We must have that commission," said Virgilia. "You shall, if I've got any influence," replied her aunt.
She gave Preciosa a parting smile, then composed her features to a look of grave intentness and turned about to impose this look upon Daffingdon Dill wherever found. Her eyes found him on the opposite side of the room, in company with her aunt. Both of them were studying her with some seriousness and some surprise.
"Oh, Daff," said Little O'Grady earnestly, and all unmindful of any possible rebuff, "what's out in that room?" Daffingdon smiled at Virgilia. "Why don't you go and see?" he asked. "But don't break off the match!" said Virgilia, with a nervous titter. What state of overtension could have prompted her to a piece of bravado so rash, so superfluous? Little O'Grady gave her one look and sped away.
She put her handkerchief to her eyes as if she had become, instead, a fount of tears. And as such she next appeared to Dill. "I felt so sure, dear Daff, that we could put it through," she mourned. "And now and now " Daffingdon drew her discouraged head down against his shoulder, in his most noble and manful mode.
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