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Updated: May 29, 2025
"So sorry," said Miss Suydam again, "for if you are going to be so much engaged to-day you will no doubt also miss the tea for that pretty Mrs. Ascott." "No," said Shiela, "I wouldn't think of missing that." And carelessly to Hamil: "As you and I have nothing on hand to-day, I'll take you over to meet Mrs. Ascott if you like."
At first she made no reply, and her gaze remained remote; then, turning: "Was he your friend?" she asked wistfully. "I think he meant to be." "You quarrelled down there in the South" she made a vague gesture toward the gray horizon. "Do you remember that night, Mr. Hamil?" "Yes." "Did you ever become friends again?" "No.... I think he meant to be.... The fault was probably mine. I misunderstood."
"Awf'lly glad to see you, Virginia; this is very jolly; hello, Cuyp! How are you, Colonel Vetchen oh! how do you do, Mr. Classon!" as the latter came trotting down the path, twirling a limber walking-stick. "How-dee-do! How-dee-do!" piped Courtlandt Classon, with a rickety abandon almost paternal; and, replying literally, Hamil admitted his excellent physical condition.
Hamil nodded to a few people as he sauntered toward the surf; he stopped and spoke to his aunt and Colonel Vetchen, who informed him that Virginia and Cuyp were somewhere together chastely embracing the ocean; he nodded to old Classon who was toddling along the wet sands in a costume which revealed considerable stomach; he saw Malcourt, knee-deep, hovering around Shiela, yet missing nothing of what went on around him, particularly wherever the swing of a bathing-skirt caught his quick, handsome eyes.
You don't know what you're saying.... But I suppose you can't help it.... It always has been that way; things go to smash if I try to do anything.... Well, Hamil, we'll go on in your own fashion, if we must for a while. But" and he laughed mirthlessly "if it ends in a little shooting you mustn't blame me!" Hamil surveyed him in cold displeasure.
"Parole me in custody of this court and let me convince your Honor," said Hamil, looking into the captivatingly cool and humourous face upturned to his. Mrs. Ascott was small, and finely moulded; something of the miniature grande dame in porcelain. The poise of her head, the lifted chin, every detail in the polished and delicately tinted surface reflected cool experience of the world and of men.
A gentleman, rotund of abdomen, wearing a stubby red moustache, screwed a cigar firmly into the off corner of his mouth and, after looking aggressively at Hamil for fully half a minute, said: "Southern Pacific sold off at the close." "Indeed," said Hamil. "It's like picking daisies," said the gentleman impressively.
I say, Hamil, you'll look him up and write us about him, won't you?" Shiela looked at Hamil. "Do you understand anything about financial troubles?" she asked in a bantering voice. "I've had some experience with my own," he said. "Well, then, what is the matter with the market?" "Shall I whisper it?" "If you are prepared to rhyme it. I dare you!"
"Catch um camp," came the Indian's amused voice through the mist from somewhere close behind. "It doesn't seem to me that this is the right direction," ventured Shiela doubtfully. "Isn't it absurd? Where are you, Mr. Hamil? Come closer and keep in touch with my stirrup. I found you in a fog and I really don't want to lose you in one."
"They concern you and myself." "I know of no private matters which concern you and myself or are ever likely to." Malcourt's face darkened. "I think I warned you once that one day you would misunderstand my friendship for you." Hamil straightened up, looking him coldly in the eye. "Malcourt," he said, "there is no reason for the slightest pretence between us.
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