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"Your brother has not your father's head for business," Wilmarth says, with scarcely concealed contempt. "No. It is quite a matter of regret, since it was to be his portion." "To-morrow we will meet here for the settlement of the note," announces Mr. Connery. Then they say good morning with outward politeness. Wilmarth's eyes follow Grandon's retreating figure.
After a mazourka comes a waltz, and Cecil is made supremely happy. "How utterly bewitching they look!" says a low, melodious voice at Floyd Grandon's side. "How tall Cecil has grown in a year!" "A year!" he repeats. Yes, it is a year ago that his old life ended, and how much has been crowded in that brief while. "You are a wise man," madame says, in an indescribable tone.
And so she kept out of his way as much as possible, watching her sister admiringly as she moved about with an easy, assured grace, or floated like a snow flake through the dance in which Wilford persuaded her to join, looking after her with a proud, all-absorbing feeling, which left no room for Sybil Grandon's coquettish advances.
"They have acted according to their best judgment," and now it is Grandon's turn to smile grimly. "They may be mistaken; if so, that is their misfortune. I hold steadfastly to my men until the month ends, and their success will decide the new arrangements." Again Jasper Wilmarth has been worsted.
"Gentlemen," says Lindmeyer, who is a frank, energetic man of about Grandon's age, with a keen eye and a resolute way of shutting his mouth, "I see no reason at present why this should not succeed. It has been badly handled, not understood. Mr. St.
"But in the place of the stage father, I 'bless you, my children," and he raises his brows, indicating the two. "Eugene Grandon's mission in life is to be purely ornamental; he must have been born with an incapacity for doing anything of any real service to the world, and his manifest destiny is to be some rich woman's husband. Now here is an opportunity too good to lose.
"You will be the belle of the evening," Katy said, as she kissed her sister good-night and then ran back to her baby, while Wilford, yielding to her importunities that he should not remain with her, followed Mrs. Banker's carriage in his own private conveyance, and was soon set down at Sybil Grandon's door.
Grandon's daughters never have done. The attention is so delicate and graceful. Floyd meanwhile marches around the room in an idle man fashion. It is in itself a fascination, perhaps not altogether of her choosing, but the fact of her taking it at all presupposes her being in some degree pleased.
Grandon's confrère, and a scholar is not a very good judge of a young girl's capacity to fill such a place in the world as Mrs. Floyd Grandon's ought to be. But all this creates in his favor a romantic sympathy, and this evening men and women alike have found him charming. Of a truth there are many unexpected things in a long life. "With whom did you dance?"
"And through all this time, Eugene, you have been offering a false admiration to Miss Murray," she continues, with a grave, sad demeanor, "and you have been thinking of me in a manner that will make me despise myself forever. How do you suppose I shall meet Mr. Grandon's eyes?" "As if he cared! Oh, you know he doesn't, Violet. That is the wretched part of it all."
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