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At eleven o'clock she got up from her couch with a vague impulse to be in a more direct attitude of welcome. At half-past eleven she went to the office to inquire of the manager how long a motor going slowly should take to reach Lakefield from New York, assuming that it had got away from the city about six o'clock.
She gave the former the intelligence that Carli had departed, and received from the latter the information that Simmons had found his master, who had been able to leave for Lakefield by the ten-five train. These steps being taken, there was nothing to do but to sit down and wait for Dorothea.
The writer can offer no explanation of this rather amusing passage in the letter: it might either be a mere joke or refer to some family quarrel of the Colonel's. "LAKEFIELD, 8th September 1829. "MY DEAR MOTHER, I have just arrived at Lakefield in the midst of determined and ceaseless rain.
If you heard rumors of an elopement, it was hers." "Mon Dieu! With the big Monsieur Reggie?" "Not quite. I needn't tell you the young man's name; it will be enough to say that the big Monsieur Reggie, as you call him, was in his confidence. It was Reggie who undertook to convey Dorothea to Lakefield, where she was to meet the bridegroom-elect and marry him." "And then?" "Then Reggie told me.
Quietly, and in a manner as matter-of-fact as she could make it, she told her tale from the beginning. She narrated her summons from Mrs. Wappinger, her visit to his own house, her arrangements there, her journey to Lakefield, and her interview with Carli Wappinger.
"I thought the day would come when you would be more just to me." "You thought I'd hear things?" "Perhaps." "I have. That's why I asked you to come." During the brief silence before she spoke again he was able to congratulate himself on his diplomacy. He had checked his first impulse to come to her with his great news immediately on his return from Lakefield.
Good-night again good-night." Smiling into his eyes, she ignored the hand he held out to her and slipped away into the semi-darkness as the impatient clerk began turning out the lights. Derek Pruyn was guilty of an injustice to the Marquis de Bienville in supposing he would make the incident at Lakefield a topic of conversation among his friends.
The rumor which I grant you was an absurd one was to the effect that he had persuaded you to run away and marry him; and that you had actually been seen on the way to Lakefield in his car." "I was in his car. That's quite true."
"I'm going first to Mr. Pruyn's, and afterward to Lakefield." "To Lakefield? Then I'll go with you. We could go in the car." Diane negatived both suggestions. The motor might break down, or the chauffeur might lose his way; the train would be safer. If any one went with her, it would have to be Mr. Pruyn.
"I wondered a little why you should have been at Lakefield." "I'm afraid you'll think it was for a very foolish reason," he laughed, "but I'll tell you, if you want to know. I went because I thought you were there." "I? At three o'clock in the morning?" "It was like this," he went on. "You'll pardon me if I say anything to give you offence, but you'll understand the reason why.
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