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He had left no doubt in the old gentleman's mind as to the race he himself intended to run, and Mr. Dosson used to say to him every day, the first thing, "Well, where have you got to now?" quite as if he took a real interest.
If it be objected to all this that when Francie Dosson at last came in she addressed him as if she easily placed him, the answer is that she had been notified by her father and more punctually than was indicated by the manner of her response.
Delia Dosson in particular had a trick of poring solemnly over these records which exasperated Mr. Flack, who skimmed them and found what he wanted in the flash of an eye: she kept the others waiting while she satisfied herself that Mr. and Mrs. D. S. Rosenheim and Miss Cora Rosenheim and Master Samuel Rosenheim had "left for Brussels." Mr.
She had something for his ear that she could mention only in private. It was very comfortable; there was a lamp and a fire. "Well, I guess she CAN take care of herself!" Mr. Dosson, at this, commented with a laugh. "What does she want to say to him?" he asked when Gaston had passed out. "Gracious knows! She won't tell me. But it's too flat, at his age, to live in such terror." "In such terror?"
Dosson: wouldn't the old gentleman have sat all day in the court anyway? and wasn't the boulevard better than the court? It was his theory too that he nattered and caressed Miss Francie's father, for there was no one to whom he had furnished more copious details about the affairs, the projects and prospects, of the Reverberator.
"Yes, and that's why I won't marry him if I've injured him." "Shucks! he has seen the papers over there. You wait till he comes," Mr. Dosson enjoined, passing out of the room. The girls remained there together and after a moment Delia resumed. "Well, he has got to fix it that's one thing I can tell you." "Who has got to fix it?" "Why that villainous man.
Delia Dosson replied. "I'll come down on you somehow in the Reverberator" he went on. But the threat left her calm. "Oh that's not what the people want." "No, unfortunately they don't care anything about MY affairs." "Well, we do: we're kinder than most, Francie and I," said the girl. "But we desire to keep your affairs quite distinct from ours."
The letter from Paris appeared lively, "chatty," highly calculated to please, and so far as the personalities contained in it were concerned Mr. Dosson wanted to know if they weren't aware over here of the charges brought every day against the most prominent men in Boston.
"Well, I shall never be forced I shall never again in my life look at one," he very gravely declared. "You'll see, sir, you'll have to!" Mr. Dosson cheerfully persisted. "No, you'll tell us enough." Francie had kept her eyes on the ground; the others were all now rather unnaturally smiling. "Won't they forgive me ever?" she asked, looking up.
"You're prepared to enable her to live in the style to which she's accustomed?" And his friend turned on him an eye as of quite patient speculation. "Well, I don't think she'll miss anything. That is if she does she'll find other things instead." "I presume she'll miss Delia, and even me a little," it occurred to Mr. Dosson to mention. "Oh it's easy to prevent that," the young man threw off.
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