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Baxter was down-stairs, "you haven't let her in?" "She's in the drawing-room, Madam." And Pringle added as a clear indication of what he considered her duty, "She came in Mr. Lanley's motor." "Of course she did. Well, say I'll be down," and as Pringle went away with this encouraging intelligence, Adelaide sank even farther back in her chair and looked at her husband.
It was a subject which he liked to expound. He loved his native city, which he with his own eyes had seen once as hardly more than a village. He and his ancestors and Mr. Lanley's sense of identification with his ancestors was almost Chinese had watched and had a little shaped the growth. "I suppose you had Dutch ancestry, then," she said, trying to take an interest. "Dutch." Mr.
Now, none of the accounts which Farron had received had made any mention of Mr. Lanley's part in the proceedings at all, and so he paused a moment, and in that pause Mr. Lanley went on: "It's a difficult position before a boy's mother. There isn't anything against him, of course. One's reasons for not wanting the marriage do sound a little snobbish when one says them right out.
"Queenie!" A cold horror overcame Cynthia, but she held her position and whispered: "Yes." "Go to bed, honey. I'm I'm sorry." "Never mind, dear." Cynthia meant to play the old sad game that was the only one possible with the poor creature on the bed. "I reckon it was Thorndyke Bothwell over by Susie May Lanley's, wasn't it?" "Yes, dear." "Why didn't you tell me, Queenie?
No, she told herself; never with Farron. He would command or die, lead her or leave her. Mathilde knocked at her door, as she did every morning as soon as her stepfather had gone down town. She had had an earlier account of Mr. Lanley's interview. It had read: "DEAREST GIRL: "The great discussion did not go very well, apparently.
Wayne, and Lanley's heart sank. "Oh, emotional and inaccurate and untrustworthy and spiteful." "Mrs. Baxter, I'm sure you're not like that." "My dear Madam!" exclaimed Wilsey. "But isn't that logical?" Mrs. Wayne pursued. "If all women are so, and she's a woman?" "Ah, logic, dear lady," said Wilsey, holding up a finger "logic, you know, has never been the specialty of your sex."
Muttering and groping, hardly seeming to notice his companion, he made his way out of the church. "Old Miss Susie May Lanley!" the little doctor repeated over and over. "I must hold to that until I get it on paper. I guess Uncle Theodore was married by some one living near old Miss Susie May Lanley's!" Just as Marcia Lowe was leaving the church, Cynthia came running down the trail.
"May I take the tray, miss?" he said. She nodded, hardly glancing at the untouched tea-table. Pringle, as he bent over it, observed that it was nice to have Mr. Farron back. Mathilde remembered that she, too, had once been interested in her stepfather's return. "Where's my mother, Pringle?" "Mrs. Farron's in her room, I think, miss, and Mr. Lanley's with her."
Lanley's chin came down. "Oh, good night, Wilsey; glad you found it so." When he was gone, Mrs. Baxter observed that he was a most agreeable companion. "So witty, so amiable, and, for a leader at the bar, he has an extraordinarily light touch." Mr. Lanley had resumed his position on the hearth-rug and his contemplation of the ceiling.
The fourth person Mr. Wilsey, Lanley's lawyer, she knew well by reputation. She wondered if she could make him see that his position on the eight-hour law was absolutely anti-social. Mr. Lanley enjoyed a small triumph when she entered. He had been so discreet in his description of her to Mrs.
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