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If he had good lungs, she told him, he could make his man hear. Mr. Lanley did not visibly recoil. He leaned out and shouted. The chauffeur looked up, made a motion to jump out, fearing that his employer was being murdered in these unfamiliar surroundings; then he caught the order to go home for an extra coat.
Lanley, suddenly becoming embarrassed over his choice of an adjective. Adelaide looked at him sharply. "Dear Papa," she asked, "since when have you become an admirer of painted shelves and dirty rugs? And I don't doubt," she added very gently, "that for the same money they could have found something quite tolerable in the country." "Perhaps they don't want to live in the country," said Mr.
He never lost the impression that she enjoyed being praised. Such a spot, within sight of half a dozen historic sites, was a temptation to Mr. Lanley, and he would have unresistingly yielded to it if Mrs. Wayne had not said: "But we haven't said a word yet about our children." "True," answered Mr. Lanley. His heart sank.
"No parent likes to assist at the kidnapping of another parent's child," said Adelaide. "Good Heavens! my mother has kidnapped so many children in her day!" "From the wrong sort of home, I suppose," said Lanley, in explanation, to no one, perhaps, so much as to himself. "Am I to infer that she thinks mine the right sort? How delightful!" said Adelaide. "Mrs.
"You did not know, I am sure, Mrs. Wayne, that your son intended to run away with my daughter?" All four of them stared at her, making her feel more and more guilty; and at last Lanley, unable to bear it, asked: "Did you know that, Mrs. Wayne?" "Oh, dear!" said Mrs. Wayne. "Yes. I knew it was possible; so did you. Pete didn't tell me about it, though." "But I did tell Mrs. Farron," said Pete.
The very instant they were at table Adelaide looked down the alley between the candles, for the low, golden dish of hot-house fruit did not obstruct her view of Vincent, and said: "Why have you never told me about Marty Burke?" "Who's he?" asked Mr. Lanley, quickly, for he had been trying to start a little conversational hare of his own, just to keep the conversation away from the water-front.
Rather hastily, Mr. Lanley said no, he couldn't; he had an engagement. But his daughter did not let him get to the door. "What are you going to do to-night, Papa?" she asked, firmly. "There is a governor's meeting " "Two in a week, Papa?" Suddenly Mr. Lanley dropped all pretense of not coming, and said he would be there at eight.
Her love, she intimated, had been of a peculiarly eternal sort; Severance himself was to blame for its extinction. Mr. Lanley discovered that in some way she considered the intemperance of Severance's habits to be involved. But this was absurd. It was true that for a year or two Severance had taken to drinking rather more than was wise; but, Mr.
Lanley didn't answer, but presently went out in silence. He was experiencing the extreme loneliness that follows being more royalist than the king. On Mondays and Thursdays, the only days Mr. Lanley went down-town, he expected to have the corner table at the restaurant where he always lunched and where, on leaving Farron's office, he went.
She went boldly snapping electric switches, for her going was a sort of assertion of her right to independent action. She would have hesitated even less if she had known how welcome her news was, how he had suffered since their parting. On going home from his interview with her, he found his mother dressing to dine with Mr. Lanley, a party arranged before the unexpected arrival of Mrs. Baxter.
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