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Shelton was silent; he was thinking deeply. He had never before felt so distrustful of the youthful foreigner. "I think," he said at last, "the best thing would be for you to see him for yourself." "Very well," said Mrs. Dennant. "I should be so glad if you would tell him to come up. I must say I do think that was a most touchin' story about Paris.
"Now, Algie," murmured Mrs. Dennant, "it 's quite a charmin' letter. Must have taken the poor young man an hour to write." "Oh, mother!" cried Antonia. And Shelton felt his face go crimson. He had suddenly remembered that her French was better than her mother's. "He seems to have had a singular experience," said the Connoisseur. "Yes," echoed Mr. Dennant; "he 's had some singular experience.
Dennant from behind the urn "Tom Crocker? Ah, yes! I knew his mother; she was a Springer." "Did he do it in the week?" said Thea, appearing in the window with a kitten. "I don't know," Shelton was obliged to answer. Thea shook back her hair. "I call it awfully slack of you not to have found out," she said. Antonia frowned.
The words his uncle had said to him on hearing his engagement had been these: "Dennant! Are those the Holm Oaks Dennants? She was a Penguin." No one who knew Mr. Paramor connected him with snobbery, but there had been an "Ah! that 's right; this is due to us" tone about the saying. Shelton hunted for the name of Baltimore: "Charles Penguin, fifth Baron Baltimore.
Suddenly Shelton saw his mother advancing to the lady with the hand-glass, whom now he recognised as Mrs. Foliot. But, as he looked, his mother changed to Mrs. Dennant, and began speaking in a voice that was a sort of abstract of refinement. "Je fais de la philosophic," it said; "I take the individual for what she's worth. I do not condemn; above all, one must have spirit!"
Dennant, moving after his second ball, which Shelton had smitten to the farther end, "be offended, my dear Shelton, and by no means give him a hint; he interests me very much a very clever, quiet young fellow." That this was not his private view Shelton inferred by studying Mr. Dennant's manner in the presence of the vagabond.
Dennant," replied this personage, raising his round and hairless face, while on his mouth appeared that apologetic pout which comes of living with good families "Mrs. Dennant has gone into the village, sir; but Miss Antonia is in the morning-room." Shelton crossed the panelled, low-roofed hall, through whose far side the lawn was visible, a vision of serenity.
Did you ever see anything finer than this pasture? And they want me to lower their rents!" And Mr. Dennant's glance satirically wavered, rested on Shelton, and whisked back to the ground as though he had seen something that alarmed him. There was a pause. "Now for it!" thought the younger man. Mr. Dennant kept his eyes fixed on his boots.
"He's not a Frenchman, you know," he said to gain a little time. "He's not a German, I hope," Mrs. Dennant answered, passing her forgers round a petal, to impress its fashion on her brain; "I don't like Germans. Is n't he the one you wrote about come down in the world? Such a pity with so young a fellow! His father was a merchant, I think you told us. Antonia says he 's quite refined to look at."
Still looking for Antonia, Shelton went up to the morning-room. Thea Dennant and another girl were seated in the window, talking. From the look they gave him he saw that he had better never have been born; he hastily withdrew. Descending to the hall, he came on Mr. Dennant crossing to his study, with a handful of official-looking papers. "Ah, Shelton!" said he, "you look a little lost.
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