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She never remembered his siding against her before, and she swept out into the hallway, saying to herself that it was childish to be annoyed at the whims of an invalid. Miss Gregory had followed her. "Mrs. Farron," she said, "do you mind my suggesting that for the present it would be better not to talk to Mr. Farron about anything that might worry him, even trifles?" Adelaide laughed.
Wayne, who had been trying for twenty-four hours to explain what underwriting meant, what were the responsibilities of brokers in such matters, what was the function of such a report as his, felt as if he had suddenly groped his way out of a fog as he talked, with hardly an interruption but a nod or a lightening eye from Farron. He spoke of Benson.
He rose obediently, but Wayne interposed. It seemed to him that it would be possible to tell his story to Farron. "Oh, can't Mr. Farron stay a few minutes?" he said. "I want so much to speak to you and him together about " Adelaide cut him short. "No, he can't. It's more important that he should get strong than anything else is. You can talk to me all you like when I come down. Come, Vin."
A nurse came to tell her that all was going well; Mr. Farron had had a good night, and was taking the anesthetic nicely. Adelaide found the young woman's manner offensively encouraging, and received the news with an insolent reserve. "That girl is too wildly, spiritually bright," she said to herself. But no manner would have pleased her.
"There's the bell at last; but it always takes people like that forever to get their wraps off." "It's only ten minutes past eight," said Farron, and Mathilde blessed him with a look. Mrs. Wayne came quickly into the room, so fast that her dress floated behind her; she was in black and very grand.
She drew back as if it were something indecent. Would Vincent ever become like that? she thought. If so, she would rather he died now under the anesthetic. A little while later the nurse came in, and said almost sternly that Dr. Crew had sent her to tell Mrs. Farron that the conditions seemed extremely favorable, and that all immediate danger was over.
But again and again Farron made him quote her words wherever he could remember them; and then, as if this had not been clear enough, he asked: "You think my wife has definitely made up her mind against the marriage?" "Irrevocably." "Irrevocably?" Farron questioned more as if it were the sound of the word than the meaning that he was doubting.
"In the past," she said, "women of suitable age have not perhaps been willing to consider the question, but this lady seems to me distinctly willing." "More than willingness on the lady's part has been needed," answered Adelaide, and then Pringle's ample form appeared in the doorway. "There's a man from the office here, Madam, asking to see Mr. Farron." "Mr. Farron can see no one."
He nodded, and she went away without even shaking hands. She omitted her farewells to any other member of the family except Pringle, who, Farron heard, was congratulating her on her consideration for servants as he put her into her taxi. Then he opened the door of his study, went to the chair he had risen from, and took up the paper at the paragraph at which he had dropped it.
The district is absolutely under his thumb. I do wish, Mrs. Farron, you would get your husband to put the fear of God into him." "My husband?" "Yes; he works for your husband. He has charge of the loading and unloading of the trucks. He's proud of his job, and it gives him power over the laborers. He wouldn't want to lose his place. If your husband would send for him and say " Mrs.
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