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As Hallowell, supported by Rainey, sank into the invalid's chair in the centre of the semicircle, Gaylor made his final appeal. "Stephen," he begged, "are you sure you're feeling strong enough? Won't some other night " The old man interrupted him querulously. "No, now! I want it over," he commanded. "Who knows," he complained, "how soon it may be before "
He lifted his hands with an enthusiastic gesture. "I wish you could have seen him!" "Well," urged Irving, "how about our seeing him now?" For a moment Judge Gaylor permitted his annoyance to appear, but he at once recovered and, murmuring cheerfully, "Certainly, certainly; I'll try to arrange it," turned to the butler who had re-entered the room. "Garett," he inquired, "is Mr.
Rainey to the library. The butler left the room and, as Gaylor and Winthrop followed, the latter asked Miss Coates if he might expect to see her at the "Office." She told him that she was now on her way there. Without acknowledging the presence of her uncle, she had started to follow the others, when Mr. Hallowell stopped her.
May consents, I'll ship the auto by train in advance and send the shuvver my assistant, I mean on ahead, so as to look the car over and see that she's ready to run us all out to your ranch after we arrive at Bakersfield in the morning. Now, aren't you surprised at my news, Mrs. Gaylor that I've got an automobile of my own? Or did they tell you that, among other things, at River Camp?"
"No," said her hostess. "I knew I couldn't go to sleep. I'm glad if you rested. You look very fresh." Angela could not conscientiously return the compliment. Mrs. Gaylor might have been travelling for a week instead of one night. Luncheon was in the pergola, where Carmen and Nick had dined together the night he went away; the night as she expressed it to herself of late when she had lost him.
Her dislike for Gaylor was so evident that, to make it less apparent, she lowered her eyes. "My uncle should be able to tell you," she said evenly. "He was my father's executor. But, when he returned my father's papers" she paused and then, although her voice fell to almost a whisper, continued defiantly, "the agreement was not with them." There was a moment's silence.
Like a somnambulist wrenched from sleep, Vera gave a scream of fright, half genuine, half assumed, and swayed as though about to fall. Vance caught her in his arms. He turned on Gaylor, his cunning red eyes flashing evilly. "You brute!" he cried, "you might have killed her." Between her sobs, Vera, her head upon the shoulder of Vance, whispered a question.
Hilliard's a fine fellow, all the finer because he's a self-made man. By the way, the Gaylor place is one of the show ranches of California. I think we ought to take you to see it." "Do!" cried Miss Dene. "I could write about it, couldn't I? I'd like to see Mrs. Gaylor. Another California type for my book!" And again she asked herself, "I wonder if dear Angela knows about the Prince?"
In the hush that followed Vera drew herself to her full height. She regarded Gaylor wonderingly, haughtily, as though he were some drunken intruder from the street. "Are you speaking to me?" she asked. "Yes, to you," shouted the lawyer. "You're an imposter, and a swindler, and and " Winthrop pushed between them. "Yes, and she's a woman," he said briskly. "If you want a row, talk to the man."
"How can one woman spend a million dollars?" she protested. "Well, you see, we don't intend to starve her," exclaimed Gaylor eagerly, "and at the same time the Institute will be benefiting all humanity. Doing good to " Vera interrupted him with a sharp, peremptory movement of the hand. "We won't go into that, please," she begged. The Judge inclined his head.
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