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"They say she looks as I did at her age," thought the candid lady; "but they must flatter me. My nose was never so straight as that: her nose is Belding all over. I wonder whom she will care about here? Mr. Furrey is a nice young man, but she is hardly polite to him. There he is now."
"Oh, no, this is not jealousy; it is a protest against what is probable in the name of the eternal fitness of things." Nevertheless, he went on thinking very disagreeably about Mr. Furrey. "How can a nice girl endure a fellow who pomatums his hair in that fashion, and sounds his R's in that way, and talks about Theedore Thommus and Cinsunnatta?
"No, thank you; this balustrade will bear my weight, and my ashes will drop harmless on the flower-bed, if you will let me finish my cigar." And he seated himself between the chair of Furrey and the willow fabric in which Alice had resumed her place.
"Yes, ma'am that is, I see him often at the bank, but I am glad to owe the pleasure of his acquaintance to you." The men shook hands. Mr. Furrey bowed a little more deeply than was absolutely required. He then seated himself near Miss Alice and began talking volubly to her about New York.
"It was not one of his best, mamma." She gave him her hand as he said "Good-night," and it lay in his firm grasp a moment without reserve or tremor. "You are a queer girl, Alice," said Mrs. Belding, as they walked into the drawing-room through the open window. "You put on your stiffest company manners for Mr. Furrey, and you seem entirely at ease with Mr.
An aggressive feeling of disapproval of young Furrey took possession of him, and he said, sharply: "What a very agreeable young man Mr. Furrey is?" Mrs. Belding assented, and Miss Alice laughed heartily, and his mind was set at rest for the moment. They passed a long time together. At first Mrs.
"So Furrey is gone, and the tired young traveller is going early to rest." He went into his library and sat down by the dying embers of the grate.
Furrey, "how it is that I have gained the confidence " At this moment Alice, who had been glancing over Mr. Furrey's shoulder for a moment with a look of interest in her eyes, which he thought was the legitimate result of his entertaining story, cried: "Why, there comes Mr. Farnham, mamma." "So it is," said her mother. "I suppose he wants to see me. Don't move, Mr. Furrey. Mr.
She had scarcely moved her eyelashes to greet her visitor; but when Mrs. Belding placed a light chair near her daughter and invited Mr. Furrey to take it, the young lady rose from her reclining attitude and sat bolt upright with a look of freezing dignity. The youth was not at all abashed, but took his seat, with his hat held lightly by the brim in both hands.
She cannot hold out forever against the universal custom. She will be led by her friends and pushed by her mother, until she drops to the level of the rest and becomes a romping flirt; she will go to parties with young Furrey, and to church with young Snevel. I shall see her tramping the streets with one, and waltzing all night with another, and sitting on the stairs with a third.
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