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Blaine, being somewhat the stronger, declared that he would remain on watch for the first two hours, adjuring Erwin to get all the sleep he could. "Another thing; we haven't got much grub along. I don't know how much the women have, but if it is scarce we must remember them."
"But you must say a good deal, in this case." "Yes, yes, good deal. For what?" "Let me introduce you to my niece. Colonel Pazzelli," said Mrs. Erwin. "Ah! Too much honor, too much honor!" murmured the cavaliere. He brought his heels together with a click, and drooped towards Lydia till his head was on a level with his hips. Recovering himself, he caught up his eye-glasses, and bent them on Lydia.
"I always wanted to get leave, you know. So did Buck. Orry seems to have got in ahead on the leave business." He grinned at Erwin, but Andra put in with: "Well, we're all on leave only, aren't we, Mr. Erwin?" "You gir you ladies, too?" essayed Bangs, while Erwin nodded. "Why, yes. We're enlisted in the Red Cross, you know, and they're so strict about letting us off. But we, too, got our ten days.
He mentioned over and over again in protest that he had done nothing which "every one of you fellows wouldn't have done just the same," but they laughed at that and stood staring in a most embarrassing way. "Gosh, Johnny McLean," Tim Erwin remarked finally, "wake up and hear the birdies sing. Do you mean to tell me you don't know you're the hero of the whole blamed nation?"
Holt, who had but just come to town; and the light, like a speeding guest, was departing from the city when she reached her own door. "There is a gentleman in the drawing-room, madam," said the butler. "He said he was an old friend, and a stranger in New York, and asked if he might wait." She stood still with presentiment. "What is his name?" she asked. "Mr. Erwin," said the man.
"Of course, women always think what they would do in such cases, if they were men; but if men did what women think they would do if they were men, the women would be disgusted." "Oh!" "Yes. Her feeling in the matter is no guide." "Do you know his family?" asked Mr. Erwin. "I think I do. Yes, I'm sure I do." "Are they nice people?" "Haven't I told you they were a good Boston family?"
"They won't catch me unless I'm crippled by those pesky Archies." Even while he thought, a stray fragment of shell penetrated the fuselage of the triplane and, striking one of the propeller shafts, so bent it that the lightning-like blades began to revolve more slowly, despite all his efforts to increase his motor power. For the first time Erwin became seriously alarmed.
Almost insanely Erwin was shouting, for he was convulsed by a fury that made him for the time being oblivious to the fact that he was too far away to be heard by any one but himself. For another instant the half alive man hung on, then was shaken loose. Down he came, passing rather close to the scouting pursuer, his arms and legs still working convulsively, and so on down to his inevitable fate.
The cavaliere unbuckled his sword, and laying it across a chair sat down at the piano. He played not one but many barcaroles, and seemed loath to leave the instrument. "Now, Lydia," said Mrs. Erwin, fondly, "won't you sing us something?" "Do!" called Mr. Rose-Black from the sofa, with the intonation of a spoiled first-cousin, or half-brother.
But it wasn't from Jim that I heard about you first. You'd never guess who told me you were here." "Who?" asked Honora, curiously. "Mr. Erwin." "Peter Erwin!" "I'm perfectly shameless," proclaimed Ethel Wing. "I've lost my heart to him, and I don't care who knows it. Why in the world didn't you marry him?" "But where did you see him?"
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