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Farron ran her eyebrows whimsically together and looked up at her daughter's visitor. Mathilde was immensely grateful to her mother for taking so much trouble to be charming; only now she rather spoiled it by interrupting Wayne in the midst of a sentence, as if she had never been as much interested as she had seemed. Pringle had appeared in answer to her ring, and she asked him sharply: "Is Mr.
He had hoped for a minute alone with Mathilde, but as Pringle opened the drawing-room door for him he heard the sound of laughter, and seeing that even Mrs. Farron herself was down, he exclaimed quickly: "What, am I late?" Every one laughed all the more at this. "That's just what Mr.
I ought to give you some opportunity to go home and say to Mrs. Wayne, 'But I'm afraid I shall never be able to get on with Mrs. Farron." "Oh, he's said that already," remarked Vincent. "Many a time," said Pete. Mathilde glanced a little fearfully at her mother. The talk seemed to her amusing, but dangerous.
"You know very little of Mr. Farron," she said, "if you think he worries over trifles." "Any one worries over trifles when he is in a nervous state." Adelaide passed by without answering, passed by as if she had not heard. The suggestion of Vincent nervously worrying over trifles was one of the most repellent pictures that had ever been presented to her imagination.
Dakie Thayne had honestly expressed his conviction to Miss Kirkbright and Desire Ledwith, that the Donnowhair business was an irresponsible, loose speculation. He said that he had heard of this Farron Saftleigh and his schemes; that he might frighten him into some sort of small restitution, and that he would look into the title of the lands for Mrs.
"I had a great worry at Sharon, Miss Euphrasia, and it has grown worse since. I can't help being afraid mother has been dreadfully cheated. We got acquainted with some people there; a Mr. and Mrs. Farron Saftleigh, rich Westerners, who made a good deal of show of everything; money, and talk, and conjugal devotion, and friendship. Mrs.
"After all," he said to himself as he put the chair back against the wall, "everything else would be failure, and this may be success." It was the afternoon that Farron was brought back from the hospital, and he and Mathilde were sure of having the drawing-room to themselves.
I can't help wishing I had a lover. They are the only people who, as the Wayne boy would say, 'stick around. But don't worry, Papa, I have a loyal nature." She was interrupted by a knock at the door, and a nurse the same who had been too encouraging to please her at the hospital put in her head and said brightly: "You may see Mr. Farron now, Mrs. Farron."
She reminded him that he had told them that he would be responsible for their receiving a dividend of at least four per cent, at the end of the six months. Mr. Farron Saftleigh "told" people a great many things in his genial, exhilarating business talks, which he was a great deal too wise ever to put down on paper. Sylvie waited ten days; a fortnight; three weeks; no answer came. Mr.
Both cups of soup left the table almost untasted. "I'm sorry Mama has one of her headaches," said Mathilde. "Yes," said Farron. "You'd better take some of that chicken, Mathilde. It's very good." She did not notice that the piece he had taken on his own plate was untouched. "I'm not hungry," she answered. "Anything wrong?"
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