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Drelmer and see. Then if she's willing to go with you, your summer will be provided for; except that we shall both have to look in upon Mrs. Juzzlebraggin here now and then to see that she doesn't overplay the game and get sick herself, and make sure that they don't get her vaccination mark away from her. And, ma, you'll have to come off on the yacht once or twice, just to give it tone."
Akemit, gowned to perfection, glowing, and wearing a bunch of violets bigger than her pretty head. "I've just sent cards to your mother and sister," she explained, as she made room for him upon the divan. To them came presently Mrs. Drelmer, well-groomed and aggressively cheerful. "How de do! Just been down to Wall Street seeing how my other half lives, and now I'm famished for tea and things.
Percival dropped into one of the chairs. "I'm Scotch enough to want a Scotch high-ball." "And you're getting it so high it's top-heavy," cautioned Mrs. Drelmer. Above the chatter of the table could be heard the voices of men and the musical laughter of women from the other rooms. "I simply can't get 'em together," said the hostess.
Mauburn looked wistful but said nothing. After he had gone away with Mrs. Drelmer and Psyche, who soon came for him, Percival still sat revolving the paternal warnings of Higbee. He considered them seriously. He decided he ought to think more about what he was doing and what he should do. He decided, too, that he could think better with something mechanical to occupy his hands.
"Hear, hear!" cried Uncle Peter, and drained his glass eagerly as they drank the toast. Whereat they all laughed and Mrs. Drelmer said, "What a dear, lively wit, for an old gentleman." "Oldaker," said Shepler, "has really been the worst sufferer. This is his first trip West." "Beg pardon, Shepler! I was West as far as Buffalo let me see in 1878 or '79." "Dear me! is that so?" queried Uncle Peter.
"Excuse me one moment and I'll be done." "All right, old chap. I'll see if there's some mail for me. Dad can chat with the ladies. Ah, here's Mrs. Drelmer. Mornin'!" Percival resumed his letter: " going back to New York and make the society bluff. They say she's got the face to do it all right.
"Bridge is easy to learn and easy to play. I'll teach you, and I promise you the people you play with shall never complain." Mrs. Drelmer, it soon appeared, knew what she was talking about. Indeed, that well-informed woman was always likely to.
It appeared that Percival had been right in supposing that Mrs. Drelmer might be led to regard Psyche's proposal in a light entirely rational. She was reluctant, at first, it is true. "It's awfully dear of you to ask me, child, but really, I'm afraid it will be quite impossible. Oh! for reasons which you, of course, with your endless bank-account, cannot at all comprehend.
"That's rot, Mrs. Drelmer; it's sure to be talked of, and anyway I don't want to be sneaky, you know." Percival came up from the cabin with a paper in his hand. "I see you have it, too," he said, smiling. "Burman just handed me this." "Isn't it perfectly disreputable!" exclaimed Mrs. Drelmer. "Why? I only hope I'll have as much interest in life by the time I'm that age."
As they walked out through the grounds and turned up the street the young man spoke excitedly, while his father slightly bent his head to listen, with an air of distant dignity. "What's the trouble, Perce?" asked his sister, as he joined the group on the piazza. "The trouble is that we've just had to cut that fine old New York family off our list." "What, not the Milbreys!" exclaimed Mrs. Drelmer.
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