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To him it seemed absolutely certain that Farron would die, every one did, but he had for some time been aware of a growing hardness on his part toward the death of other people, as if he were thus preparing himself for his own. "Poor Vincent!" he said to himself. "Hard luck at his age, when an old man like me is left." But this was not quite honest.
Pete had promised to come that morning, and she hadn't seen him yet. She supposed he had come, and that, though she had been on the lookout for him, she had missed him. She felt as if they were never going to see each other again. When she found she was to be alone at luncheon with Farron, she thought of appealing to him, but was restrained by two considerations.
"You did not know, I am sure, Mrs. Wayne, that your son intended to run away with my daughter?" All four of them stared at her, making her feel more and more guilty; and at last Lanley, unable to bear it, asked: "Did you know that, Mrs. Wayne?" "Oh, dear!" said Mrs. Wayne. "Yes. I knew it was possible; so did you. Pete didn't tell me about it, though." "But I did tell Mrs. Farron," said Pete.
Parret, you have given me just what I wanted." "Marty would just as lief as not stick a knife in me if he knew," said Lily, not as if she were afraid, but as if this was one of the normal risks of her profession. She turned to Adelaide, "O Mrs. Farron, I've heard of you from Pete Wayne. Isn't he perfectly delightful? But, then, he ought to be with such a mother."
"Yes. I forget his name just like all these young men nowadays, alert and a little too much at his ease, but amusing in his way. He said, among other things " But Farron, it appeared, was not exclusively interested in the words of Mathilde's visitor; for at this instant, perceiving that his wife had disengaged herself from her veil, he sat up, caught her to him, and pressed his lips to hers.
"She knew one when she married Farron." Mrs. Wayne sniffed. "Perhaps he married her," she replied. Her son thought this likely, but he did not answer, for she had given him an idea to see Farron. Farron would at least understand the situation. His mother approved of the suggestion. "Of course he's not Mathilde's father." "He's not a snob."
Pringle did not exactly make an objection, but stated a fact when he replied that Mrs. Farron had given orders that Mr. Wayne was not to be allowed to see Miss Severance. "Exactly," said Farron. "Show him here." Here was his own study. As it happened, Adelaide was sitting with him, making very good invalid's talk, when Pringle announced, "Mr. Wayne."
It took him some time to recover, and during the entire time she sat in her gray shawl, looking very amiable, but plainly unable to think of anything to say. "I saw your son in Farron's office to-day." "Mr. Farron has been so kind, so wonderfully kind!" Only a guilty conscience could have found reproach in this statement, and Lanley said: "And I hear he is dining at my daughter's this evening."
"Your case was dangerous enough for me," said the girl; and then for fear he might miss her meaning, "I never met any one like you, Mr. Farron." "I've never been taken care of as you took care of me." "I wish" she looked straight up at him "I could take care of you altogether." "That," he answered, "would end in my taking care of you." "And your hands are pretty full as it is?"
"I know the man," said Farron; of Honaton, "He was in my office once." Wayne told how Mathilde, and then he himself, had tried to inform Mrs. Farron of the definiteness of their plans to be married. "How long has this been going on?" Farron asked. "At least ten days." Farron nodded. Then Wayne told of the discovery of the proof at the printer's and his hurried meeting in the park to tell Mathilde.
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