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Well, he was very attentive at one time, and the night I told him I was going to marry Harold, seven years ago in ninety-two, he drew himself way up and said: 'Evylyn, I'm going to give a present that's as hard as you are and as beautiful and as empty and as easy to see through. He frightened me a little his eyes were so black.
A pleased, interested look appeared in her tear-stained face. She sniffled and waggled it again. "You PRECIOUS!" cried Evylyn and kissed her, but before she left the room she levelled another frown at Hilda. Careless! Servants all that way nowadays. If she could get a good Irishwoman but you couldn't any more and these Swedes
Evylyn was not disturbed over the social end of it but the idea of "Piper Brothers" becoming "The Ahearn, Piper Company" startled her. It seemed like going down in the world. Half an hour later, as she began to dress for dinner, she heard his voice from down-stairs. "Oh, Evie, come down!" She went out into the hall and called over the banister: "What is it?"
"Tom had trouble with Ahearn and Harold interfered," said Milton. "My Lord Milton," cried Evylyn, "couldn't you have done something?" "I tried; I " "Julie's sick," she interrupted; "she's poisoned herself. Get him to bed if you can." Harold looked up. "Julie sick?"
Paying no attention, Evylyn brushed by through the dining-room, catching sight, with a burst of horror, of the big punch-bowl still on the table, the liquid from melted ice in its bottom. She heard steps on the front stairs it was Milton helping Harold up and then a mumble: "Why, Julie's a'righ'." "Don't let him go into the nursery!" she shouted. The hours blurred into a nightmare.
"I was surprised when you said he was coming to dinner." "Evie," he went on, with another slap at his knee, "after January first 'The Clarence Ahearn Company' becomes 'The Ahearn, Piper Company' and 'Piper Brothers' as a company ceases to exist." Evylyn was startled. The sound of his name in second place was somehow hostile to her; still he appeared jubilant. "I don't understand, Harold."
"He's brainy, Clarence is. Ideas and enthusiasm, you know. Finds out what he wants and then goes and gets it." Evylyn nodded. She was wondering if the men were still drinking punch back in the dining-room. Mrs. Ahearn's history kept unfolding jerkily, but Evylyn had ceased to listen. The first odor of massed cigars began to drift in.
All through dinner there was punch, and Evylyn, noticing that Ahearn and Milton Piper and all the women were shaking their heads negatively at the maid, knew she bad been right about the bowl; it was still half full. She resolved to caution Harold directly afterward, but when the women left the table Mrs.
The bowl seemed suddenly to turn itself over and then to distend and swell until it became a great canopy that glittered and trembled over the room, over the house, and, as the walls melted slowly into mist, Evylyn saw that it was still moving out, out and far away from her, shutting off far horizons and suns and moons and stars except as inky blots seen faintly through it.
"No; I " She stood there fidgeting. "It was a letter, Mrs. Piper, that I put somewhere. "A letter? Your own letter?" asked Evylyn. "No, it was to you. 'Twas this afternoon, Mrs. Piper, in the last mail. The postman give it to me and then the back door-bell rang. I had it in my hand, so I must have stuck it somewhere. I thought I'd just slip in now and find it." "What sort of a letter? From Mr.
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