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Durrett," she informed Hambleton. "It is a pity for you, I think, that you do not have to work." Ham, who sat on her other side, was amused. "My grandfather did enough work for both of us," he said. "If I had been your grandfather, I would have started you in puddling," she observed, as she eyed with disapproval the filling of his third glass of champagne.
Then taking her hand baggage in one hand and her arm with the other, he started towards the carriage. "One moment, John; I beg your pardon, Dorothy. This is my son, John Cornwall; and John, this is Miss Dorothy Durrett, a niece of Mrs. Neal's. She is making her a visit and expects to remain during the summer. We came all the way together.
"I have a carriage at the door and lots of room; mother and I will be glad to drive you to your uncle's." "I have found your mother such agreeable company, I would like to continue the journey with her, even to uncle's door." The three walked to the street together, entered the carriage and drove first to the Neal residence, where they left Miss Durrett, then to the hotel. Mrs.
Gorse they wended their way to the Durrett Building and handed their cards over the rail of the offices of Watling, Fowndes and Ripon. Mr. Watling shook hands with scores of them, and they departed, well satisfied with the flavour of his cigars and intoxicated by his personality. He had a marvellous way of cutting short an interview without giving offence. Some of them he turned over to Mr.
My feelings were a strange medley of despondency and stimulation.... Our eyes met. Her partner now was Ham Durrett. Capriciously releasing him, she stood before me, "Hugh, you haven't asked me to dance, or even told me what you thought of the play." "I thought it was splendid," I said lamely. Because she refrained from replying I was farther than ever from understanding her.
You are not too hungry to wait a bit, John?" "No, mother." They sat for some time in silence as the twilight deepened. "Mrs. Neal and her niece, Dorothy Durrett, called today. You must take me over some evening to see them. I must not forget that you are a man and that some time you will be looking for a wife.
Durrett," she informed Hambleton. "It is a pity for you, I think, that you do not have to work." Ham, who sat on her other side, was amused. "My grandfather did enough work for both of us," he said. "If I had been your grandfather, I would have started you in puddling," she observed, as she eyed with disapproval the filling of his third glass of champagne.
An attempt to muster her doughty buccaneers failed; the gunner too had fled, Gene Hollister; Ham Durrett and the Ewanses were nowhere to be seen, and a muster revealed only Tom, the fidus Achates, and Grits Jarvis. "Ah, s'y!" he exclaimed in the teeth of the menacing hordes. "Stand back, carn't yer? I'll bash yer face in, Johnny. Whose boat is this?"
And when she told me we had a common acquaintance in Mrs. Hambleton Durrett whom she thought so lovely! I knew that she had taken Nancy as an ideal: Nancy, the social leader of what was to Mrs. George a metropolis. Presently the talk became general among the men, the subject being the campaign, and I the authority, bombarded with questions I strove to answer judicially.
"I have grown rich since, and we've been to Europe and back to Germany, and travelled on the best ships and stayed at the best hotels, but I never enjoyed a holiday more than that day. It wasn't long afterwards I went to Mr. Durrett and told him how he could save much money. He was always ready to listen, Mr. Durrett, when an employee had anything to say. He was a big man, an iron-master.
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