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He had saved his own respect at the risk of forfeiting that of Miss Gannion. Lorimer met him excitedly; but Thayer's experienced eye saw that the excitement had no alcoholic basis. "Congratulations, old fellow! Everything is settled at last, and we are to be married, early in January. I came straight to you, for I knew you would be delighted. Of course, I shall count on you as best man."
Later that night, when Miss Gannion was thinking over the talk of the evening, it suddenly occurred to her that he had made no reference at all to the summer. At length he rose to return to the fire. "No," she objected. "There is one song still lacking. You've not sung The Rosary yet."
I suspect Arlt of having cut his wisdom teeth on it." "Only women cut their wisdom teeth on a teacup," Miss Gannion observed. "But really, Sally, I would save my tea until the crowd shows itself." Sally shook her head. "You interrupted me in the midst of my thesis." Bobby interrupted again. "It is our only chance to get in a word. We have to insert its thin edge at a comma, or else keep still.
It will be merely a question of your own will whether or not you occupy a part of it." He was surprised at the turn the conversation had taken. No woman, not even Miss Gannion, had ever dared question to him the wisdom of his choice, or imply to him that there were laurels which he had not yet plucked. Strange to say, he rather enjoyed the frank fashion in which Beatrix was taking him to task.
Lloyd Avalons squarely. "On the contrary, that is the very reason I cannot do it, Mrs. Lloyd Avalons. When Miss Gannion introduced me to you as Mr. Thayer's accompanist and a pianist who needed engagements, you wished to refuse me a place on your programme. Now that others have been good enough to listen to me, you can make room for two numbers by me.
"But I thought it was quite certain." There was a level monotony in Thayer's accent. "You think Mr. Lorimer has really reformed and is out of danger?" Miss Gannion asked quickly. "I wish he had," Thayer answered half involuntarily. "Then there is still trouble?" But already Thayer was once more upon his guard. "I have heard of nothing since I came home." "Have you seen Mr. Lorimer?" "No."
If I were in your place, I would have important business call me to Washington, in the morning, and I would stay down there for a few days. It will give you time to think things over, and find out just where you stand." Miss Gannion nestled luxuriously back into the depths of her easy chair. "Do you know, Mr. Thayer, it is a very wonderful experience, this having a species of court musician?"
If Miss Dane is strong enough and has tact, perhaps she can hold him steady. He can't be driven an inch; but he can be led a long way." Miss Gannion brushed her hair away from her face with an odd, bewildered gesture. "Wait," she said breathlessly. "I love Beatrix, and it makes me slow to take this in. How long has it been going on?" Thayer's lips tightened.
They found Miss Gannion alone before the fire. She threw down her book and welcomed them cordially. "I had an indolent fit, to-day," she said, as she drew some chairs up before the hearth. "Once in a while, I prefer to dismiss my clerical adviser and settle my problems to suit myself.
I am delighted to hear that you ever do anything." At the new voice, Bobby whirled around and bowed himself into a right angle, while Beatrix rose and crossed the room to greet the guest. "Miss Gannion! What joy to see you!" Thayer's Russian blood received swift impressions; his Puritanism made him weigh and measure with careful deliberation.
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