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"I fancy I shall come back, if only to see the 'engineer hoist with his own' torpedo." He paused before the last word to give it point, for her husband's father had made his money out of torpedoes. She felt the sting in spite of herself, and she saw the point. "And then we will talk it over at the end of the season," he added, "and compare notes. Good-afternoon."
Fortune favored O'mie's inquisition scheme. Judson had hardly left the store when Lettie Conlow walked in. Evidently Judson's company on the Sunday evening before had given her a purpose in coming. In our play as children Lettie was the first to "get mad and call names." In her young womanhood she was vindictive and passionate. "Good-afternoon, Lettie.
"I'll call upon Mr. Thomas Jackson Torpyhue." And call he did. Two hours later he entered the sanctum of the editor of Nursery Days. "Good-afternoon," he said, as he sat down at the editor's side. "Good-afternoon, Mr. Smithers," said Mr. Torpyhue. "I'm very glad to see you." "I thought you'd be," began Partington, forgetting himself for a moment in his triumph.
He looked as if he could have unburdened his soul to this shade over the piano lamp. Upon the appearance of Marjory he sprang up and came forward rapidly. " Dearest," he murmured, stretching out both hands. She gave him one set of fingers with chilling convention. She said something which he understood to be " Good-afternoon." He started as if the woman before him had suddenly drawn a knife.
Well, good-afternoon," she said, smilingly waiving the idea of finality; "you shall know to-morrow where you can meet me. You are not deserted by everybody, after all, you see." She gave him her hand, or rather laid hold of his. "But take good care of yourself, all the same." Truesdale stepped out. "I'll try to," he said, mumblingly; "I always have."
Then, turning to an isvostchik, he called out, "To the Dvoryanskaya 30 copecks; I never give more." "All right, your honour; here you are." "Good-afternoon. If I can be of any use, my address is House Dvornikoff, on the Dvoryanskaya; it's easy to remember." And he bowed in a friendly manner as he got into the trap and drove off.
"Good-afternoon. I may come to-morrow evening, then?" The query was addressed to her, but she did not answer it, either by glance or word. She had answered his bow and turned away before he had spoken. "Ay," said Fuller; "come and welcome." He bowed and smiled all round, and walked away with his lordship.
She could express it in no other way. At sight of his face and at sound of his voice all worldly cares and troubles, of which she had a good many, seemed to fall off. To be with him was like having an arm to lean on, a light to walk by; and she had walked alone so long. "Good-afternoon, Miss Williams." "Good-afternoon, Mr. Roy."
"Good-afternoon, Mrs. Smylie," she said shyly. "Can I see Mary Ann?" Mrs. Smylie did not return her greeting, and without looking up from the stamp desk called to Mary Ann. "What is it?" cried Mary Ann from the parlour behind the shop. "Come an' see," was her mother's reply. "I canna tell ye." Mary Ann came sauntering into the shop. When she saw Marjory she stopped and stared.
When Peter joined Watts and Leonore, however, on the fourth day, there was a noticeable change in Leonore's manner to him. He did not get any welcome except a formal "Good-afternoon," and for ten minutes Watts and he had to sustain the conversation by firing remarks at each other past a very silent intermediary.
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