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Whitney Dosson was a loyal father, but he would have thought himself simple had he not had two or three strong convictions: one of which was that the children should never go out with a gentleman they hadn't seen before. The sense of their having, and his having, seen Mr.
It was to be inferred that in this interval Miss Dosson had led her father and sister back to their native land and had then a second time directed their course to Europe. This was a new departure, said Mr. Flack, or rather a new arrival: he understood that it wasn't, as he called it, the same old visit.
He seemed to take so much interest," Francie pleaded. "Oh he's a deep one!" groaned Delia. "Well, if folks are immoral you can't keep it out of the papers and I don't know as you ought to want to," Mr. Dosson remarked. "If they ARE I'm glad to know it, lovey." And he gave his younger daughter a glance apparently intended to show that in this case he should know what to do.
George Flack almost quivered at this weird hit as from one of the blind, for he guessed on the spot that Delia Dosson had, as he would have said, got there. "Why, do you mean one of those families that have worked down so far you can't find where they went in?" that was the phrase in which he recognised the truth of the girl's grope.
Dosson had no sense of waste: that came to him much more when he was confronted with historical monuments or beauties of nature or art, which affected him as the talk of people naming others, naming friends of theirs, whom he had never heard of: then he was aware of a degree of waste for the others, as if somebody lost something but never when he lounged in that simplifying yet so comprehensive way in the court.
"Well, I don't know; I'm more afraid than that. You'll see." "I wish you were afraid of talking nonsense," said happy Gaston. Mr. Dosson made no observation whatever about their grave bland visitor; he listened in genial unprejudiced silence.
It was to this last element that Mr. Dosson himself in some degree contributed, but it must be added that he had not the extremely bereft and exhausted appearance of certain of his fellows.
Dosson however gave no sign of impatience; he only looked at her in silence through the smoke of his cigar he profaned the red satin splendour with perpetual fumes as she burst into the room.
I think she likes me personally, but what I'm afraid of is that she may consider she knows too little about me. She has never seen my people she doesn't know what may be before her." "Do you mean your family the folks at home?" said Mr. Dosson. "Don't you believe that. Delia has moused around SHE has found out. Delia's thorough!"
Dosson taking himself off to his daily session in the reading-room of the American bank and Delia the girls had now at their command a landau as massive as the coach of an ambassador driving away to the dressmaker's, a frequent errand, to superintend and urge forward the progress of her sister's wedding-clothes.
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