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She's always hated it since I knew her, and I can't remember when I didn't know her." "Yes, I could see that too late," said Gaites. "But what I can't understand is, Miss Axewright seemed to hate it, too." Mr. Ellett appeared greatly edified. "Did you notice that?" "I think I did." "Well, now I'll tell you just what I think.
At this cheerfuler moment he found the head waiter much more conversible than at the hour of his retarded dinner, and Gaites made talk with him, as the young follow lingered beside his chair, with one eye on the door for the behoof of other guests. Gaites said he had found great changes in Lower Merritt since he had been there some years before, and he artfully led the talk up to the Desmonds.
"I'm afraid you couldn't either of you find it," Miss Axewright began. "We'll both try," said the ex-master of ceremonies. "Where do you think it is?" "Well, it's in the case on the piano." "That doesn't sound very intricate," said Gaites, and they all laughed. As soon as the two men were out of the house, the ex-master of ceremonies confided: "That name is a very tender spot with Miss Desmond.
The head waiter fumbled with the knife and fork at the place opposite, and blushed. "But you'll hear her to-night yourself," he ended incoherently, and hurried away, to show another guest to his, or rather her, place. Gaites wondered why he felt suddenly angry; why he resented the head waiter's blush as an impertinence and a liberty.
Hamilton Gaites sat breakfasting by the window of a restaurant looking out on Park Square, in Boston, at a table which he had chosen after rejecting one on the Boylston Street side of the place because it was too noisy, and another in the little open space, among evergreens in tubs, between the front and rear, because it was too chilly.
Gaites said as much to Birkwall, and when they got home Birkwall repeated it to his wife, without injuring Gaites with her.
It seemed that the train from Boston which the Kent Harbor train was to connect with was ten minutes late, and after some turns they prolonged their promenade northward as far as the freight-depot, Birkwall in the abstraction of a plot for a novel which he was seizing these last moments to outline to his friend, and Gaites with a secret shame for the hope which was springing in his breast.
If you're not doing anything this morning the tide isn't in till noon, and there'll be little or no bathing to look at before that you'd better drive down with me. Or perhaps you're canoeing up the river with somebody?" Gaites said he was not, and if he were he would plead a providential indisposition rather than miss driving with her to the station.
There was a great deal more society than there had been in his old college-vacation days, when the Kent Harbor House reigned sole in a perhaps somewhat fabled despotism; but the society was of not less simple instincts, and the black coat which Gaites put on for supper was never of the evening-dress convention.
This was what Miss Axewright conjectured, but it seemed to confirm Miss Desmond's worst suspicions. "That is what I should like to be sure of," she said. Gaites thought of all his own anxieties and interferences in behalf of the piano of this ungrateful girl, and in her presence he resolved that his lips should be forever sealed concerning them. She never would take them in the right way.
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