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"Hubert Delafield was never happy, that I can remember," thought Wilfrid Bury, as he sat over his fire, "and this chap has the same expression. That woman in Bruton Street would never do for him apart from all the other unsuitability. He ought to find something sweet and restful. And yet I don't know. The Delafields are a discontented lot. If you plague them, they are inclined to love you.
He steered me through my Sunday school work. He showed me my lifework. He made me want to go to college. He introduced me to the Delafield that is outside our own church. He got me my job in Saint Louis don't you dare to deny it," as the pastor raised a protesting hand. "I've talked with our sales manager; he put the idea of the Far Eastern trip into Mr.
Dyce, and you"; he nodded over to Harry Delafield, the little doctor did, then rapidly picked out two more men. "Up with you, please," and quicker than it takes to tell it all, they were in position, and Larry had been lifted gently into their laps, his head on Miss Taylor's arm. "Ugh!" Betty Cameron gave a worse shiver than before. "How Mary Taylor can!" she exclaimed, with a grimace.
Outwardly there was often much ceremony, even distance between them; inwardly, each was exploring the other, and Julie's attitude towards Delafield was becoming more uncertain, more touched with emotion. What was, perhaps, most noticeable in it was a new timidity, a touch of anxious respect towards him.
Delafield," said Miss Henley after a short pause, during which she seemed to have experienced some deep and perhaps painful emotions "I cannot undertake to give you a reason for my conduct very possibly I have no good one; but I feel that I should be doing you injustice by encouraging what you are pleased to call hopes I wish to be understood now, as saying that I cannot consent to your expecting that I should ever become your wife."
"I hate leaving you alone, with this trouble on your hands," said Jacob, in some agitation. "What are your plans?" "I could follow you next week. Aileen comes down to-day. And I should like to wait here for the mail." "In five days, about, it should be here," said Delafield. There was a silence.
And in the midst of the mother's anxieties there burst upon her the sudden, incredible tale that Warkworth to whom she herself was writing regularly, and to whom Aileen, from her bed, was sending little pencilled notes, sweetly meant to comfort a sighing lover had been entangling himself in London with another, a Miss Le Breton, positively a nobody, as far as birth and position were concerned, the paid companion of Lady Henry Delafield, and yet, as it appeared, a handsome, intriguing, unscrupulous hussy, just the kind of hawk to snatch a morsel from a dove's mouth a woman, in fact, with whom a little bread-and-butter girl like Aileen might very well have no chance.
Cinq minutes d'arrêt." Delafield got out and walked up and down the platform. He passed the closed and darkened windows of the sleeping-car; and it seemed to his abnormally quickened sense that he was beside her, bending over her, and that he said to her: "Courage! You are saved! Let us thank God!" A boy from the refreshment-room came along, wheeling a barrow on which were tea and coffee.
In what manner their daughter regarded the evident admiration of Mr. Delafield will appear, by her conclusion of our tale. On entering the parlour, Delafield found George Morton seated in a chair near the fire, with his person more than usually well guarded against the cold, as if he were suffering under the effects of a serious indisposition.
Then our Americanization work will be not only more intelligent but far more sympathetic." "If I may turn to the immediate business," Mr. Drury said with a smile of apology, "suppose you tell J.W. what your Board has to suggest for us here in Delafield, Mr. Conover?" Conover turned to J.W. "I wonder if you know anything about Centenary Church?" he asked.
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