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"Resting." "Rest in there." He bowed, crooked his arm. "Señora," he said, his Spanish matched his other assimilations of travel "Señora. Allow me." Lulu rose. On his arm she entered the parlour. Dwight was narrating and did not observe that entrance. To the Plows it was sufficiently normal. But Ina looked up and said: "Well!" in two notes, descending, curving. Lulu did not look at her.
Under his fond look, she softened, took his homage, accepted everything, was silent. "Certainly not," he said. "Lulu's tastes are not fine like yours. I should never think of you as sisters." "She's awfully good," Ina said feebly. Fifteen years of married life behind her but this was sweet and she could not resist. "She has excellent qualities." He admitted it.
Really, the davenport looked like Ina, for its chintz pattern seemed to bear a design of lifted eyebrows and arch, reproachful eyes. Lulu dusted the upright piano, and that was like Dwight in a perpetual attitude of rearing back, with paws out, playful, but capable, too, of roaring a ready bass. And the black fireplace there was Mrs. Bett to the life.
Why not all have ice cream...." He was all gentleness and propitiation, the reconciling element in his home. "Me too?" Monona's ardent hope, her terrible fear were in her eyebrows, her parted lips. "You too, certainly." Dwight could not do enough for every one. Monona clapped her hands. "Goody! goody! Last time you wouldn't let me go." "That's why papa's going to take you this time," Ina said.
Watching his carefully careless progress on past the Gilbert lawn, then the Vandeman grounds, my eye was led to a pair who approached across the green from the direction of the bungalow. No mistaking the woman; even at this distance, height and the clean sweep of her walk, told me that this was the bride, Ina Vandeman.
"Madam," said Ashmead, dryly, "you must expect your capital to increase rapidly, so long as I conduct it." Not being herself swift to shed jokes, Ina did not take them rapidly. She stared at him. He never moved a muscle. She gave a slight shrug of her grand shoulders, and resigned that attempt to reason with the creature. She had a pill in store for him, though.
"Dwight!" said Ina Ina's eyes always remained expressionless, but it must have been her lashes that looked so startled. "No need whatever for secrecy," he repeated with firmness. "The truth is, Lulu's husband has tired of her and sent her home. We must face it." "But, Dwight how awful for Lulu...." "Lulu," said Dwight, "has us to stand by her."
Ina Klosking observed quietly to Fanny that this did not look like successful wooing. "I don't know that," said Fanny, stoutly. "Oh, Miss Gale, did you not ask him about her?" "Certainly I did; and he said she was better than when she first came." "There!" said Fanny, triumphantly. Miss Gale gave her a little pinch, and she dropped the subject.
Having done his nightly homage, Severne left the theater, and soon afterward the performance concluded, and Ina took her friend home. Ashmead was in the hall to show his patroness to her carriage a duty he never failed in. Rhoda shook hands with him, and he said, "Delighted to see you here, miss. You will be a great comfort to her."
And now she looked at Ninian, and there was something terrible in that look which tried to ask him, alone, about this thing. Dwight exploded. "There was a fellow I know there in the theatre," he cried. "I'll get him on the line. He could tell me if there's any way " and was off. Ina inexplicably began touching away tears. "Oh," she said, "what will mamma say?" Lulu hardly heard her. Mrs.
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