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He had just finished this, and was balancing his spoon on the edge of his cup, as he cogitated upon the strange mission that had been thrust upon him, when Potts came in to serve his "second cup," but instead of this, he bade her summons Fitts, that he had something to tell them both.
He writhed under the lash of conspicuous adulation, and there was a good deal of it going on. The satiric Randolph Fitts, notwithstanding his unquestioned admiration for the younger man, took an active delight in denouncing what he was prone to allude to as Percival's political aspirations.
The usual broad smile came over Rayne's face, as he recognized his nephew's handwriting. "So he's in town," he soliloquized, as he opened the folds of the crisp paper and read: "Dear Uncle, I came to town last evening, and wish to see you when you will be quite alone. Guy." "There's an ansur wanted, sur," Fitts said timidly. "Oh, say this afternoon at five, Fitts, that will do."
In other words, thought Fitts quite correctly, he "never had to look behind him for trouble." To save his life, Percival could not subdue the eager, devouring gleam that flashed into his eyes as he looked into hers. He could have cursed himself. A swift warm flush raced from her throat to her cheeks.
'Tis nothing: Imagination onely makes it monstrous. When we are sick we endure a hundred fitts, This is but one; a hundred waies of torture, And cry and howle, weary of all about us, Our frends, allyes, our children teadious to us, Even our best health is but still sufferaunce.
As the two men shook hands, Randolph Fitts remarked drily: "Seems to me I remember your saying something of the sort the first day you ever laid eyes on A. A., Abel." "The trouble is," put in Soapy Shay sarcastically, "you don't know a dishonest one when you see him, Bill." "Veil, let's get down to business," said Moses Block nervously. "Ve must go slow and careful-like.
In another moment, the door opened, and with his most respectful bow, the man-servant entered the room. Honor's face was serious, and her gaze searching as she asked: "Fitts, will you do a little favor for me, without telling any one of it?"
"Pray do not let me upset your plans." "It is not my plan. Zat nice, sarcastic Mr. Fitts, and Mr. Malone, and Captain Trigger, they have proposed it, Miss Clinton, not I. But men never quite get over being boys. They do not stop to question whether a thing is right or wrong.
"Och, doan't fret Misther Rayne sur, shure he did bring the little bundles, ivery wan o' them, an' it's meself jest knows whare to lay the palm o' me hand on 'em this very minit 'idout troubln Mr. Fitts at all, at all," and away she darted again on a clatter down the inlaid passage to the letter box, and gathering up the contents, brought them back to her master's sitting-room.
At length, both Ida and her nurse became hungry. The nurse beckoned to her side a boy who was going through the cars selling apples and seed-cakes, and inquired their price. "The apples are two cents apiece, ma'am, and the cakes a cent apiece." Ida, who had been looking out of the window, turned suddenly round, and exclaimed, in great astonishment; "Why, William Fitts, is that you?"
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