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She seemed very happy as she presumably bargained with Stuart for letters, and Jimps himself had never looked more interested in any proposition than in that one. Suddenly, however, the wait was over. Georgiana turned from greeting Channing, who had just come aboard followed by a porter with his luggage, when she heard Stuart's voice in her ear: "George, is he going?"
It's a pity somebody shouldn't carry out the plan, and you've had less fun than I, for you've been at home longer since college. Go, Jimps, and take the goods the gods provide." She maintained this spirit throughout the ensuing fortnight, in spite of his evident effort to make her acknowledge that she would feel her own disappointment the more for his going.
"I believe he was to exist at the hotel if he could for twenty-four hours," admitted Georgiana. "But that man," objected Mr. James Stuart, "is a why, he's he doesn't look like that sort at all." "What sort, if you please?" "The literary. He looks like a well, I took him for a professional man of some kind." Georgiana laughed derisively. "Jimps! Isn't authorship a profession?"
"Jimps, there's a path in your brain that's getting worn too deep to-night. Come let's hurry home. Jeannette will wonder what's become of me." "Let her wonder. George, are you going to do this thing?" "Of course I am." "No matter how I feel about it?" "Why, Jimps really, do you think you have any right " "Georgiana, I love you!" "No, Jimps, you don't. Not so much as all that.
Somehow the days went by so fast and well, you see there was Channing. A while back I thought you were going to marry him, more than likely." "You didn't really think it, Jimps." "I don't know what I thought. George, we're getting in. Oh " And he broke off.
Georgiana, peeping out of her father's window, beheld, and was off and down the stairs before Thomas could fairly begin his explanation that Miss Warne was engaged and could not be intruded upon at this hour. "O Jimps!" "Well, well, George! You came pretty near giving me the slip, didn't you? But not quite thanks to Doctor Craig." Georgiana showed her surprise. "Did he let you know?"
"About Uncle David, and Jimps, and Mr. Jefferson " "But they're not mine," protested Georgiana, laughing. "Except Father Davy." "Not Jimps?" "Oh, of course he's my friend, my very good friend. And Mr. Jefferson's only a 'boarder," she made a little grimace at the word. "You speak as if I had them all about me all the time." "But you do evenings, don't you?"
"Just the same, the time will come," predicted James Stuart. "Some night he'll take his regular place at your fireside, as he does at your table. I know your father's soft heart. Yours may not be quite so vulnerable, but if the boarder should happen to look low in his mind after a telegram from anywhere, or should get his precious feet wet " "Jimps, go home and be sensible.
"I'll take overnight to think it out, but I can promise you it'll be an outdoor affair. Would she be up to any kind of a tramp, do you think?" "Oh, no, Jimps! Not yet, at any rate." "All right. I'll harness up my best team and carry her most of the way. We must have another man, I suppose. Shall we ask the literary light, just for a lark? It would give tone to the company to have him along, eh?"
Oh, I beg your pardon, George you needn't turn away. Nobody could ever fancy you coming at any man's whistle. I'm just seeing red, that's all, at the thought of your going into a thing like this, that's bound to throw you two into the closest sort of relations." "That's all nonsense, Jimps. You're behaving like a little boy. And you know I can't afford to lose a chance like this.
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