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Aunt Chatty caught sight of him, in her semi-sleeping state, at the same moment. "Dear me, Charley," his mother said, "you here? I thought you went to Mrs. Featherbrain's?" "So I did," replied Charley. "I went I saw I returned and here I am, if you and Dithy will have me for the rest of the evening." "Edith and I were very well off without you.
And then her father narrated the discovery they had mutually made. Miss Dithy opened her bright brown eyes. "Like a chapter out of a novel where everybody turns out to be somebody else. 'It is it is it is my own, my long-lost son! And so we're second cousins, and you're Charley Stuart; and Trixy now who's Trixy?" "Trixy's my sister. How do you happen to know anything about her?"
"You don't say you're glad to see me, Dithy, and you do look uncommonly blank. Will you end my agonizing suspense on this point, Miss Darrell, by saving it now, and giving me a sociable kiss?" He made as though he would take it, but Edith drew back, laughing and blushing a little.
Blank Blank, assisted by etc., etc., at the residence of the bride's father, Sir Victor Catheron, Baronet, of Catheron Royals, Cheshire, England, to Beatrix Marie Stuart, only daughter of James Stuart, Esq., banker of Fifth avenue, New York. No Cards! "Dithy, think of it! It makes my brain swim, and stranger things have happened.
"I will remain," Edith answered, very lowly and without lifting her eyes. "My own idea is," went on the young baronet confidentially, to his lady love, "that they are glad to be gone. Something seems to be the matter with Stuart pere under a cloud, rather, just at present. Has it struck you, Dithy?" He had caught the way of calling her by the pet name Trix and Charley used.
"You remind me of one I loved very dearly once, Dithy," Charley said to her, sadly, one, day, after an unusually stormy wordy war "in fact, the only one I ever did love. You resemble her, too the same sort of hair and complexion, and exactly the same sort of ah temper! Her name was Fido she was a black and tan terrier very like you, my dear, very like.
"It speaks volumes for your amiability, Dithy," Charley remarked, "the intense eagerness and delight, with which everybody in this establishment hails your departure. Four dirty little Darrells run about the passages with their war-whoop, 'Dithy's going hooray!
"It reminds me of that other April evening two years ago, Dithy, when we came down here to say good-by. You cried then at parting do you remember? But you were only sixteen, poor child, and knew no better. You wouldn't cry now, would you, for any man in the universe?" "Not for Charley Stuart certainly he needn't think it." "He doesn't think it, my pet; he never looks for impossibilities.
Not that I much believe in broken hearts where men are concerned, either," pursued Trix, growing, cynical; "but this seems an exceptional case. He's awfully fond of you, Dithy; 'pon my word he is. I only hope Angus may go off in a dead faint the first time I'm sick and get better, as he did the other day.
It was a charming waltz, Dithy, but charming things must end. Your lawful proprietor approaches; to your lawful proprietor I resign you." He was perfectly unflushed, perfectly unexcited. He bows, smiles, yields her to Sir Victor, and saunters away. Five seconds later he is bending over Lady Gwendoline's chair, whispering in the pink, patrician ear resting against the glistening, golden chignon.
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