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There was an instant fiery flash in her eye, and she drew herself up as if in haughty defiance, but she said nothing then, nor did she speak later when she left with the Graysons, merely giving him a cold good-night bow. Harley lingered a little with the other correspondents, and was among the last to leave the building.
"I only arrived this morning, and I wrote some time ago, asking if you could meet Stephen and me. You were with the Graysons then, but you didn't answer." "I forgot; I don't always answer letters. But who is the girl? Not Miss Grant?" "Helen Taunton. Do you know her?" Sylvia laughed. "The storekeeper's daughter!
Wait till then, I say, and see whether some of this money will not be very acceptable." "That time will never come, sir; never!" answered Beulah, laughing. "Beulah Benton, you are a simpleton!" said he, looking affectionately at her from beneath his shaggy brows. "I want that money, sir." "You shall not have one cent of it. The idea of your playing Lady Bountiful to the Graysons!
"Keep your pistol in your pocket and your sword in its sheath, Mr. Hobart," she said; "I shall not give you occasion to use either." "Then I declare for peace." Sylvia joined them at the time mentioned by Mrs. Grayson, quiet, slightly pale, and disposed, in the opinion of the Graysons, to much thought.
Harley rejoined his comrades at the hotel, but stayed with them only a little while, because he, of course, was to dine with Sylvia and the Graysons. All the others had been invited, but they did not wish to overwhelm the candidate on this day of all days, and none except "King" Plummer would go. "Lucky fellow," said Hobart, as Harley walked away.
"Yes, sir," said Sir James; "we shall see we shall see; but it's a most unpleasant episode in our midst. Of course, being such near neighbours, I have been on the most intimate terms with the Graysons, and Lady Danby is warmly attached to Helen Grayson; but now they have this boy there, they want us to know him too." "Indeed!" said the Vicar, looking half-amused, half puzzled.
Then she crept back, and climbed the stairs noiselessly. Voices inside the apartment told her that she had not been mistaken. It was the apartment of the Graysons and Kitty that they sought. The hall door was of thin, light wood, and as she stood there she could easily hear what passed inside. "What is Kitty ill?" she heard the strange man's voice inquire. "Yes," replied Mrs.
Harley always travelled light, carrying only two valises, and an hour sufficed for his packing. Then, like the old campaigner that he was, he slept soundly, and early the next morning he went again to the hotel at which the Graysons were staying. He felt a little hesitation in sending up a card so soon, knowing what swarms of people Mr.
When they reached Milwaukee, Harley and all the correspondents went to the same hotel with the Graysons, and they remarked jocularly to the nominee that they would watch over him now night and day until the first Tuesday in November, and he, being a man of tact and human sympathies, without any affectations, was able to be a good fellow with them all, merely a first among his equals.
The Graysons, following Harley's example, were gazing out of the window at the cheerful country, but the correspondent knew that Mr. Grayson was fully conscious of this human stream, and that he himself was the cause of it. Yet he lost none of his good temper even when some, venturing further, asked if he were not the nominee, adding that it was a pride to them to meet him and speak to him.
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