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"And English hair and complexion," continues Mr. Delancy; while madame adds her graceful little meed. A very pleasant general conversation ensues, followed by an elegant luncheon, to which Eugene adds a measure of gayety. Afterward the two gentlemen discuss business, and with several references to Laura the bridal day is appointed six weeks hence.
The tremulous voice gave evidence that the tears were very near. "Oh, of course, he will," Mrs. Delancy declared briskly, with a manner of cheerful certainty. Nevertheless, out of the years of experience in the world of married folk, a great doubt lurked in her heart.
"Yes, boy," Delancy cried over his shoulder, as he vanished through the doorway, "if he's with us, we your wife wins!" "Anyhow," Hamilton soliloquized, "win or lose, it's a great game!" Then, he turned to regard his wife, with eyes in which amazement vied with admiration. Cicily, under her husband's intent gaze, felt a glow of embarrassment.
Malheur aux hommes!" "There's one now," said Duane, laughing as Delancy Grandcourt's bulk appeared among the trees along Hurryon Water. "Lord! what a bungler he is on a trout-stream!" Rosalie turned and gazed at the big, clumsy young man who was fishing with earnestness and method every unlikely pool in sight. "Does he belong to anybody?" she asked, considering him. "I want to do real damage.
And it did seem pathetically soon. She gave him her hand, and then by an impulse she put her left hand over his, and looked up to him in quite a business way. "Mr. Delancy, don't you be troubled about that rumor we were speaking of. It will be all right. Trust me."
The English fall back on Waterloo. Jupiter calls a council of the gods, and commands that none shall interfere on either side. Mars and Neptune make very eloquent speeches. The battle of Waterloo commences. Napoleon kills Picton and Delancy. Ney engages Ponsonby and kills him. The Prince of Orange is wounded by Soult. Lord Uxbridge flies to check the carnage.
"No," Violet says, with pretty peremptoriness. "Gertrude is going to be young to-night. Oh, what will you wear?" "There is nothing but black silk," answers Gertrude, "and that never was especially becoming, as I can indulge in no accessories. But Laura's dress is perfection. The palest, loveliest pink you can imagine, and no end of lace. Luckily, Mr. Delancy has not his fortune to make."
When, the next day, his secretary reported to him briefly that Delancy was greatly elated with the turn things had taken for him, and was going in again, Henderson smiled sardonically, and said, "It was the worst thing I could have done for him."
Carmen, who hated to be seen through, of all things, did not know whether to resent this or not. But Edith hastened to the rescue of her guest. "I think it's a privilege." "And you know, Mrs. Blunt," said Carmen, recovering herself and smiling, "that I must have some excitement this dull season." "I see," said Mrs. Blunt, with no relaxation of her manner; "we are all grateful to Mrs. Delancy."
Jack thought the girl looked even prettier in her walking-dress than when he saw her at the studio; she had style, there was no doubt about that; and then, while there was no invitation in her manner, one felt that she was a woman to whom one could easily say things, and who was liable at any moment to say things interesting herself. "Is this your first appearance since last night, Mr. Delancy?"
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