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But it was a cherry of olden time, with the bloom quite gone, the dust of the years permeating its silken warp. It reposes here in America, the property of an artist of that period. One likes Dowson because of his sincerity, and a clear beauty which, if not exactly startling, was in its way truly genuine. It was merely too late for Dowson, and it was probably too soon.
The fair young man is beckoning to you and pointing to a big house and a motor-car and a yacht." "And the other?" said the surprised Miss Dowson. "He's in knickerbockers," said the other, doubtfully. "What does that mean? Ah, I see! They've got the broad arrow on them, and he is pointing to a jail. It's all gone I can see no more."
"Oh! you don't seem at all desperate," she said coolly. "Perhaps you're like Frank you think the other side make so much better points than you do. 'If Dowson makes another speech, Frank said to me yesterday, 'I vow I shall rat! There's a way of talking of your own chiefs. Oh! I shall have to take him out of politics." And she unfurled her fan with a jerk half melancholy, half decided.
"People on the beach smile," resumed the other. "They "It don't take much to make some people laugh," said Miss Dowson, with bitterness. "At fourteen she and a boy next door but seven both have the mumps." "And why not?" demanded Miss Dowson with great warmth. "Why not?" "I'm only reading what I see in your hand," said the other.
"I daresay but still ... of course he's clever," owned Toni rather grudgingly, "he must be, to be a dentist, but no, Fan, I'm not going to marry Mr. Dowson, so there!" "Oh, all right." Fanny was a philosopher. "You know your own business best. Will you do me up, dear, and tell me how you like my frock? I think myself it's rather striking."
Dowson was heard in the tiny passage. If anything it seemed heavier than usual, and Mr. Dowson's manner when he entered the room and greeted his guests was singularly lacking in its usual cheerfulness. He drew a chair to the fire, and putting his feet on the fender gazed moodily between the bars.
"Well, we live by the river," said Toni cheerfully, amused, as of yore, by his somewhat pedantic diction. "But do tell me, Mr. Dowson, how do you expect to make a fortune here?" "I do not expect to do so," he informed her promptly. "I assure you this move on my part was not actuated by any mercenary motive, Mrs. Rose." "Wasn't it?" She felt vaguely uncomfortable. "Well, I hope you will succeed.
"Here I do my best from morning to night to make everybody 'appy and comfortable; and what happens?" "Nothing," said the sympathetic Mr. Dowson, shaking his head. "Nothing." "Anyway, Jenny ain't married a fool," said Mrs. Dowson, hotly; "she's got that consolation." "That's right, mother," said the innocent Mr. Dowson, "look on the bright side o' things a bit.
For in that aspect of his character of which Mademoiselle Valle had heard more than Dowson, he was intimate with well-known and much-observed personages and places.
Dowson felt him at once casual and "lofty." Robin might have been a bit of unconsidered rubbish, the sight of which slightly bored him. Yet the singular fact remained that it was to him one must carefully appeal. One afternoon Feather swept him, with one or two others, into the sitting-room with the round window in which flowers grew.
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