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He was the point at which toleration ceased. And Vera did understand. She understood that Frances and Anthony disapproved of her last adventure considerably more on Ferdie's and Veronica's account than on Bartie's. Even family loyalty could not espouse Bartie's cause with any zest. For Bartie showed himself implacable.
This was one of the jokes that didn't succeed; but as it led to a chain of circumstances that proved eminently satisfactory, Ferdie's wife praised him as highly for his share in it as if he really had done something rather meritorious.
She was not able to recall the process of the states that flowered in that mysterious sense of well-being and exaltation. A year ago Frank Drayton had been only "that nice man we used to meet at Cheltenham." First of all he had been Ferdie's and Vera's friend.
"My darling," said Piet, an hour later, "if I release your right hand for ten minutes, do you think you could write a line to Mr. Anthony Gayley? I would like to mail it when I go home to dress." "I was thinking I might wire " said Sammy, dreamily. Sometimes Ferdie's jokes were successful; sometimes they were not.
It was all Frances's fault that Vera Harrison had come between her and Major Cameron; Frances had encouraged Vera in her infamous intrigue; and between them they had wrecked two lives. And they had killed Major Cameron. Since Ferdie's death Emmeline Fleming had lived most of the time in a sort of dream in which it seemed to her that these things had really happened.
"You needn't bother. I fancy I know Ferdie quite as well as you do." "Oh, I wa'n't boastin'," says I, "and you don't bother me a bit. If you think Ferdie's liable to remember, you're welcome to stick around as long as " "I'll wait half an hour, anyway," he breaks in. "Then you might as well meet Mr. Hamilton," says I. "Friend of Mr. Robert's Marjorie's too, I expect."
I'm glad I'm Ferdie's daughter, not Bartie's.... I'd take his name, so that everybody should know I was his daughter, only that I like Uncle Anthony's name best. I'm glad Mother loved him." "So am I, Ronny. I know I shouldn't have liked Bartie's daughter. Bartie's daughter wouldn't have been you." He took her in his arms and held her face against his face. And it was as if Desmond had never been.
Ferdie was still dazed. And anyhow she had said it herself. So that's how it happens I'm one of the chosen few to be landed under the Cedarholm porte-cochère that Saturday afternoon. Course the Pulsifers ain't reg'lar old fam'ly people, like Ferdie's folks.
And if I take a squint at the copper proposition, it will be mostly in Ferdie's interest Ferdie is the capitalist, comparatively speaking; but he can't tear himself away from little old N'Yawk. This is his first trip West here in Vesper. Myself, I've got only two coppers to clink together or maybe three. We're rather overlooking Ferdie, don't you think? Mustn't do that.
"Then I'll prove it," says he, "right after dinner." "I'll help you, Robert," says Marjorie. "My dear sister," says he, "please consider the size of the Pyxie's galley." So, as there didn't seem to be any more competition, after we'd finished everything in sight we left the two of 'em joshin' away merry, doin' the dishes. Later on, while Ferdie's pokin' around, he makes a discovery.
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