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I enjoyed the breathlessness of the Deerings so much, as we walked up and down the vast drawing-rooms accompanied by our images in the mirrors, that I insisted upon sitting down with them all upon some of the richest pieces of furniture; and I was so flown with my success as cicerone that I made them come with me to the United States.
He gave her a lot of money, and told them he wanted her to have the best time that money could buy; and of course you can understand how such a man would think that money would buy a good time anywhere. But the Deerings didn't know how to go about it. She confessed as much when we were talking the girl over.
As she breasted the incline, she noticed the first waves of wistaria over courtyard railings and the high lights of new foliage against the walls of ivy-matted gardens; and she thought again, as she had thought a hundred times before, that she had never seen so beautiful a spring. She was on her way to the Deerings' house, in a street near the hilltop; and every step was dear and familiar to her.
It was a real anguish to me when that young girl with the Deerings welcomed my wife and me with a hopeful smile, as if we were the dramatis personae, and now the performance must be going to begin.
I confess that I liked her better and better, and before the evening was out I had quite transferred my compassion from the Deerings to her. It WAS forlorn and dreary for her to be attached to this good couple, whose interests were primarily in each other, and who had not the first of those arts which could provide her with other company.
Have you been supposing that Miss Gage was a poor girl whom the Deerings had done the favour of bringing with them?" "Why, what of it?" I asked provisionally. "She is very well off. Her father is not only the president, as they call it, of the village, but he's the president of the bank." "Yes; I told you that Deering told me so " "But he is very queer.
IT was the firm conviction of Andora Macy that every object in the Vincent Deerings' charming little house at Neuilly had been expressly designed for the Deerings' son to play with.
A red flag, backed up by a declaration of the rights of man, could not have spoken more plainly. Miss Prentiss drew back; Mr. McBride stepped forward. Their eyes met. Then the old gentleman flung down his challenge. He removed the pipe and held it poised in his hand. "What you goin' to do to-day, Triny?" he asked, briskly. "When you goin' over to see the Deerings' parrot?
If you let him have it too quickly, he won't care for it. He's just like any man, I think." Andora slowly lowered the shining bag till the heir of the Deerings closed his masterful fist upon it. "There my Chelsea'ssafe!" Lizzie smiled, setting her boy on the floor, and watchinghim stagger away with his booty. Andora stood beside her, watching too.
She simply CLOUDED UP, if I may so express the effect that came and remained upon her countenance, which was now the countenance she had shown me the first evening I saw her, when I saw the Deerings cowering in its shadow.
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