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Your simplicity and frankness are all the more charming to a woman who needs new sensations. Probably she is tired of her blasé and wary admirers just now. She will capture you, and I shall see a new and obsequious slave." Greenleaf attempted to speak, but could not get in a word. "I felicitate you," continued Easelmann. "You will have a valuable experience, at any rate.
You may think me a trifler, Easelmann; but every nerve I have is quivering with agony at the thought of the pain I have caused her." "Whew-w-w." said Easelmann. "Found her? Then she's eloped too! I just left a disconsolate lover mourning over a runaway mistress. It seems to be epidemic. There is a stampede of unhappy females.
When, at length, Greenleaf looked up, he was astonished to find the room silent, and himself with his companion in the focus of all eyes. Marcia looked on with a curiosity in which there was perhaps a shade of apprehension. Easelmann relieved the momentary embarrassment by walking towards his friend, with a meaning glance, and taking a seat near Mrs. Sandford.
It makes too large demands upon one's time, to say nothing of the expense or the unsatisfactory nature of its pleasures." "I agree with you. So you are going to sketch. Would not you and Mr. Easelmann like some company? You will not pore over your canvas all day, surely." "We should be delighted; I should, certainly.
Famous, my boy!" said Easelmann, as he sat, smoking as usual, in his fourth-story atelier with Greenleaf, watching the sun go down. "Making progress, I see. You have nothing to do; the affair will take care of itself." "What affair?" But music is the true aqua regia; it dissolves all into its own essence.
Where is she? To-morrow, indeed! Tell me, and I will fly." "You can't; for, as Brother Chadband observed, you haven't any wings." "Don't trifle with me. I know your fondness for surprises; but if you love me, don't put me off with your nonsense." Greenleaf was thoroughly in earnest, and Easelmann took a more soothing tone. At another time the temptation to tease would have been irresistible.
When at length the Sandfords were about to leave the room, the elder gentleman said to Mr. Greenleaf, "We should be happy to see you with our friend, Mr. Easelmann, at our house. Come without ceremony." Miss Sandford's eyes also said, "Come!" at least, so Greenleaf thought. Mr.
Bullion dead? left in his will a bequest forty thousand to me?" Easelmann looked over his friend's shoulder with well-simulated astonishment. "Sure enough; there it is, in black and white. What do you think of Micawber?" "I think," said Greenleaf, with manly tears in his eyes, "that you are the artfullest, craftiest, hugger-muggering, dear old rascal that ever lived.
"My dear Easelmann, I know your kindly heart; but I cannot be rallied out of this depression. I have only the interest of a cousin, a friend, a protector, in the girl; but her going away, after my other misfortunes, has plunged me into an abyss. I can't be cheerful." "One word more, my dear fellow, and I go.
Seeing her increasing agitation, Easelmann led her to a seat, and then, in a gentler tone than he often used, said, "I will leave the room, if you please, Miss Lee; this is an interview I did not desire to witness." "No," she exclaimed, "do not go. I have nothing to say that you should not hear; and I hope Mr. Greenleaf will spare me the pain of going over a history which is better forgotten."
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