Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 5, 2025
"Pete, you wouldn't desert me?" said Mathilde. "If Mr. Wayne had any pride, my dear, he would not wish to come to a house where he was unwelcome," said her mother. "I'm afraid I haven't any of that sort of pride at all, Mrs. Farron." Adelaide made a little gesture, as much as to say, with her traditions, she really did not know how to deal with people who hadn't.
"I thought I'd just drop around and give you the news," he said, and now for the first time took off his hat, displaying his crisp, black hair and round, pugnacious head. "Good morning, ladies." He bowed, and for an instant his glance rested on Mrs. Farron with an admiration too frank to be exactly offensive. He put his hat on his head, turned away, and made his exit, whistling.
When they went out, they passed Wayne in the outer office. "Come to dinner to-night, Pete," said Farron, and added, turning to his wife, "That's all right, isn't it, Adelaide?" She indicated that it was perfect, like everything he did. Wayne looked at his future mother-in-law in surprise.
Farron said you would say at finding that Mama was dressed in time," exclaimed Mathilde, casting an admiring glance at her stepfather. "You'd suppose I'd never been in time for dinner before," remarked Adelaide, giving Wayne her long hand. "But isn't it wonderful, Pete," put in Mathilde, "how Mr. Farron is always right?"
Farron?" she asked at once, and he, rather touched at the genuineness of her interest, answered her in detail before her next exclamation betrayed that it was entirely for the employer of Marty Burke that she was solicitous. "Isn't it too bad he was taken ill just now?" she said. The bitterness and doubt from which Wayne was suffering were not emotions that disposed him to confidence.
Adelaide's eyes followed him like search-lights. "May I ask," she said with her edged voice, "if you have been disposing of my child's future in there without consulting me?" If their places had been reversed, Adelaide would have raised her eyebrows and repeated, "Your child's future?" but Farron was more direct.
"You mean," said Adelaide, fiercely, "that Mr. Farron will live?" "I certainly inferred that to be the doctor's meaning," answered the nurse. "But here is the assistant, Dr. Withers." Dr. Withers, bringing with him an intolerable smell of disinfectants and chloroform, hurried in, with his hair mussed from the haste with which he had removed his operating-garments.
Sometimes Pete thought this was because, for a young firm, they had succeeded too quickly to please the more deliberate; but sometimes in darker moments he thought there might be some justice in the idea. During the weeks that Farron was in the hospital Pete, despite his constant availability to Mathilde, had been at work on his report on a coal property in Pennsylvania.
A lovely morning, no one in sight, I may have let her out a little. All of a sudden one of these mounted fellows jumped out from the bushes along the bridle-path. They're a fine-looking lot, Vincent." Farron asked who the judge was, and, Mr. Lanley named him named him slightly wrong, and Farron corrected him. "I'll get you off," he said. Adelaide looked up at her husband admiringly.
But they were just what she needed; they would be hard and amusing and keep her at some tension. She thought rather crossly that she could not sit through a meal at home and listen to Mathilde rambling on about love and Mr. Farron. She was inexcusably late, and they had sat down to luncheon three men and two women by the time she arrived.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking