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Updated: May 11, 2025
'At half-past five, signore. 'Er no I'll take the second. 'Si, signore. At half-past ten. It was close upon ten when Jerymn Hilliard, Jr., equipped for travel in proper blue serge, appeared in the doorway of the Hotel du Lac. He looked at his watch and discovered that he still had twenty minutes before the omnibus meeting the second boat was due.
He finished the reading in a frowning silence while the waiter stood at polite attention, a shade of anxiety in his eye there was usually anxiety in his eye when it rested on Jerymn Hilliard, Jr. One could never foresee what the young man would call for next.
Do you remember that Christmas when I was in boarding-school and you were called South on business? I wanted to visit Nancy Long, but you wouldn't let me because you didn't like her father; and you got Mrs. Jerymn Hilliard whom I had never set eyes on to invite me there? I didn't want to go, and you said I must, and was perfectly horrid about it? you remember that? Mr. Wilder grunted.
'DEAR MISS WILDER: Nothing would give me greater pleasure than spending a few days in Valedolmo, but unfortunately I am pressed for time, and am engaged to start Thursday morning with some friends on a trip through the Dolomites. 'Trusting that I may have the pleasure of making your acquaintance at some future date, 'Yours truly, 'JERYMN HILLIARD, JR.
'Sicuramente, in zat rose-colour villa wif ze cypress trees and ze terrazzo on ze lake. His daughter, la Signorina Costantina, she live wif him ver' young, ver' beautiful' Gustavo rolled his eyes and clasped his hands 'beautiful like ze angels in Paradise and she spik Italia like I spik Angleesh. Jerymn Hilliard, Jr., unfolded his arms and sat up alertly.
He picked up the letter, glanced at the address to make sure the name was Jerymn Hilliard, Jr. and ripped it open with an exaggerated sigh of relief. Then he glanced up and caught Gustavo's expression. Gustavo came of a romantic race; there was a gleam of sympathetic interest in his eye. 'Oh, you needn't look so knowing! I suppose you think this is a love-letter? Well it's not.
They found Gustavo hovering omnivorously in the courtyard, hungering for news; Constance summoned him to her side. 'Gustavo, I am going to send you a note to-night for Mr. Jerymn Hilliard. You will see that it gets to him as soon as he arrives? 'Meestair Jayreem Ailyar? Gustavo stared. 'Yes, the brother of the signorina who came to-day. He is expected to-morrow or perhaps the day after.
He strolled across the courtyard, paused for a moment to tease the parrot, and sauntered on to his favourite seat in the summer-house. He had barely established himself with a cigarette when who should appear in the gateway but Miss Constance Wilder, of Villa Rosa, and a middle-aged man at a glance the Signor Papa. Jerymn Hilliard's heart doubled its beat.
You can see Lago di Garda, Monte Brione, Monte Baldo wif ze ruin castle of ze Scaliger, Monte Maggiore, ze Altissimo di Nago, ze snow cover peak of Monte Mr. Jerymn Hilliard, Jr., stopped him with a gesture. 'That will do; I read Baedeker myself, and I saw them all the first night I came.
'Well, we all went, and we all fell in love in a body with a sophomore who played the banjo and sang negro songs. He had lovely dark gazelle-like eyes, and he sang funny songs without smiling. The whole school raved about him all the way home; we cut his picture out of the programme and pasted in the front of our watches. His name, father' she paused dramatically 'was Jerymn Hilliard Junior!
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