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Kenby could not forego such a chance to speak of Mrs. Adding. "It's one of the prettiest things to see how she understands Rose. It's charming to see them together. She wouldn't have half the attraction without him." "Oh, yes," March assented.
March could not make out whether he knew that Kenby was going with Rose and Mrs. Adding, but she felt that there must be a full and open recognition of the fact among them. "Yes," she said, "isn't it fortunate that Mr. Kenby should be going to Holland, too! I should have been so unhappy about them if Mrs. Adding had been obliged to make that long journey with poor little Rose alone."
She took up the history of the past twenty-four hours, from the time March had left her with Miss Triscoe when he went with her father and the Addings and Kenby to see that church. She had had no chance to bring up these arrears until now, and she atoned to herself for the delay by making the history very full, and going back and adding touches at any point where she thought she had scanted it.
March explained, and he provisionally invented some regrets from her that she should not see Kenby till supper. Kenby ordered a bottle of one of the famous Wurzburg wines for their mutual consolation in her absence, and in the friendliness which its promoted they agreed to spend the afternoon together.
It would be interesting to know just how much liking there is in the popularity of a given book." "It's like the run of a song, isn't it?" Kenby suggested. "You can't stand either, when it reaches a given point." He spoke to March and ignored Triscoe, who had hitherto ignored the rest of the table. "It's very curious," March said.
March has her mind too firmly fixed on Berlin to let me think of going to Schevleningen till we've been there." "It's too bad!" said Mrs. March, with real regret. "I wish we were going." But she had not the least notion of gratifying her wish; and they were all silent till Kenby broke out: "Look here! You know how I feel about Mrs Adding! I've been pretty frank with Mr.
"I'll say I don't like the subject. What am I in Carlsbad for? I came for the cure, and I'm spending time and money on it. I might as well go and take my three cups of Felsenquelle on a full stomach as to listen to Kenby." "I know it's bad for you, and I wish we had never seen those people," said Mrs. March. "I don't believe he'll want to talk with you; but if " "Is Mrs. Adding in this hotel?
He saw his wife shrink back involuntarily from the encounter, but this was only to gather force for it; and the next moment she was upon them in all the joy of the surprise. Then March allowed himself to be as glad as the others both seemed, and he shook hands with Kenby while his wife kissed Rose; and they all talked at once. In the confusion of tongues it was presently intelligible that Mrs.
I did tell her that part, but that was nothing. It was about Burnamy and Agatha that she knew. She saw it from the first." "I should have thought she would have enough to do to look after poor old Kenby." "I'm not sure, after all, that she cares for him. If she doesn't, she oughtn't to let him write to her. Aren't you going over to speak to the Triscoes?" "No, certainly not.
The question now was how March should own his presence in time to prevent his wife from showing her ignorance of it to Kenby himself, and he was still turning the question hopelessly over in his mind when the sight of the hotel seemed to remind her of a fact which she announced. "Now, my dear, I am tired to death, and I am not going to sit through a long table d'hote.
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