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Percival deported himself cordially. "I'm really glad to hear it," he said to Mauburn. "I'm sure you'll make sis as good a husband as she'll make you a wife; and that's very good, indeed. Let's fracture a cold quart to the future Lady Casselthorpe." "And to the future Lord Casselthorpe!" added Mrs. Drelmer, who was warmly enthusiastic.
He did not talk to himself once. Then he hurriedly dressed, took the note and the cablegram, and sought Mrs. Drelmer. He found that capable lady gowned for the opera. She received his bits of news with the aplomb of a resourceful commander. "Now, don't go seedy all at once you've a chance." "Hang it all, Mrs. Drelmer, I've not. Life isn't worth living " "Tut, tut! Death isn't, either!"
Bines, plaintively. "Here I've been away four days." "All right, ma, I suppose we shall have to take you there, only let's get out of here right away. We can bring sis and you back, Mrs. Drelmer, when those people we don't know get off again. There's Mauburn; I'll tell him." "I'll have my dunnage down directly," said Mauburn. Up the street driving a pony-cart came Avice Milbrey.
Drelmer glanced up again at the colour-scheme of heliotrope seated in a victoria upholstered in tan brocade. "Thirty-five, I should say about." "Just twenty-eight." "Just about what I should say she'd say." "Come now, you women can't help it, can you? But you can't deny she's stunning?" "Indeed I can't! She's a beauty and, good luck to you. Is that the Viluca coming in?
Drelmer was leaving, the majestic figure of the Baron Ronault de Palliac framed itself in the handsome doorway. He sauntered in, as if to give the picture tone, and then with purposeful air took the seat Mrs. Drelmer had just vacated. Miss Bines had been entertained by involuntary visions of herself as Lady Casselthorpe.
"It's uncommon handsome of you, Mrs. Drelmer, really, but we'll have to leave off that, you know. If a chap isn't heir to a peerage or a city fortune there's no getting on that way." "Why, the man is actually discouraged. Now you need some American pluck, old chap. An American of your age wouldn't give up."
"This country is for you as much as for him. Now, there's Augusta Hartong those mixed-pickle millionaires, you know. I was chatting with Augusta's mother only the other day, and if I'd only suspected this " "Awfully kind of you, Mrs. Drelmer, but it's no use. I'm fairly played out. I shall go to see Miss Bines, and have a chat with her people, you know."
Joseph Drelmer to the Hon. Cecil G. H. Mauburn, New York. EN ROUTE, August 28th. MY DEAR MAUBURN: Ever hear of the tribe of Bines? If not, you need to. The father, immensely wealthy, died a bit ago, leaving a widow and two children, one of the latter being a marriageable daughter in more than the merely technical sense.
Then Percival heard the turquoised brunette say: "What a pity his wife is such an unsympathetic creature!" "But Mr. Ristine is unmarried, is he not?" he asked, quickly. There was a little laugh from Mrs. Drelmer. "Not yet not that I've heard of." "I beg pardon!" "There have been rumours lots of times that he was going to be unmarried, but they always seem to adjust their little difficulties.
Drelmer requested everybody to fancy immediately. "Your grandfather is so dear and quaint," said Mrs. Milbrey; "you must certainly bring him to New York with you, for of course a young man of your capacity and graces will never be satisfied out of New York." "Young men like yourself are assuredly needed there," remarked Mr. Milbrey, warmly.
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