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It took him some time to recover, and during the entire time she sat in her gray shawl, looking very amiable, but plainly unable to think of anything to say. "I saw your son in Farron's office to-day." "Mr. Farron has been so kind, so wonderfully kind!" Only a guilty conscience could have found reproach in this statement, and Lanley said: "And I hear he is dining at my daughter's this evening."
Lanley had thought at the time, the poor young man had not needed any artificial stimulant in the days when Adelaide had fully and constantly admired him. He had seen Severance come home several times not exactly drunk, but rather more boyishly boastful and hilarious than usual. Even Mr. Lanley, a naturally temperate man, had not found Joe repellent in the circumstances.
He must understand, she said, that as she did not know Miss Severance, there was nothing personal, nothing at all personal, in her feeling, she was as careful not to hurt his feelings as he had tried to be not to hurt hers, but she did own to a prejudice at least Pete told her it was a prejudice Against what, in Heaven's name, Lanley at first wondered; and then it came to him.
Lanley knew how little his acceptance of the idea of divorce in general had reconciled him to the idea of the divorce of his own daughter a Lanley Mrs. Adelaide Lanley, Mrs. Adelaide Severance. His sense of fitness was shocked, though he pleaded with her first on the ground of duty, and then under the threat of scandal.
"And Vincent's impressions " she said to herself as she went in to dress. Mr. Lanley was ruffled as he left his daughter's drawing-room. "As if I had wanted her to marry at eighteen," he said to himself; and he took his hat crossly from Pringle and set it hard on his head at the slight angle which he preferred.
Lanley hesitated. "It was the tone Mathilde did not like, I think." Adelaide raised her shoulders and looked beautifully hurt. "My tone?" she wailed. "It hurt me," said Mathilde, laying her little hand on her heart. Mr. Lanley smiled at her, and then, springing up, kissed her tenderly on the forehead. He said it was time for him to be going on. "You'll come to dinner to-night, Papa?"
"No," answered Mr. Lanley. "The fact is, I've been arrested." "Again?" "Yes; most unjustly, most unjustly." His brows contracted, and then relaxed at a happy memory. "It's the long, low build of the car. It looks so powerful that the police won't give you a chance. It was nosing through the park " "At about thirty miles an hour," said Farron. "Well, not a bit over thirty-five.
Lanley, without authority, should go and look the situation over. He had been trying to get the Waynes' telephone since one o'clock. He had been told at intervals of fifteen minutes by a resolutely cheerful central that their number did not answer. Mr. Lanley hated people who did not answer their telephone.
Adelaide, for one who had been almost perfectly brought up, did sometimes commit the fault of allowing her guests to wait for her. "'Lo, my dear," said Mr. Lanley, kissing Mathilde. "What's that you have on? Never saw it before. Not so becoming as the dress you were wearing the last time I was here."
"Sho' to be sure." Then he wandered back to that past which held Starr. "The last time I saw the parson was that-er-day when he went a riding off to the Gulch to help ole Miss Lanley out o' life. He had lil' Miss Queenie long o' him she was the Walden girl as was." Marcia Lowe sat up straighter and again gripped the wandering, wrinkled hands.
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