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Baxter who thought of the correct reply. "Were there any points?" she asked. Wilsey shook his finger. "Ah, don't be cruel!" he said, and held out his hand to say good night; but Lanley was smoking, with his head tilted up and his eyes on the ceiling. What he was thinking was, "It isn't good for an old man to get as angry as I am." "Good night, Lanley; a delightful evening." Mr.
The visit had been a failure. "Oh, not at all," she replied, and then added in a tone of more sincerity: "I do have the most terrible time with my check-book. And," she added, as one confessing to an absurdly romantic ideal, "I was trying to balance it." "You should not be troubled with such things," said Mr. Lanley, thinking how long it was since any one but a secretary had balanced his books.
Lanley would think that it was sheer impertinence to want to marry his granddaughter on less than fifteen thousand dollars a year; Mrs.
Wayne was still in the drawing-room, and Mathilde, who loved her grandfather, was making a gentle fuss over him, a process which consisted largely in saying: "O Grandfather! Oh, you didn't! O Grandfather!" Mr. Lanley, though a small man and now over sixty, had a distinct presence.
Lanley would have believed it himself, but he couldn't. Farron had not appeared until she had been divorced for several years. Lanley still cherished an affection for Severance, who had very soon married again, a local belle in the Massachusetts manufacturing town where he now lived. She was said to resemble Adelaide. No, Mr.
As she left the room Mr. Lanley was saying: "Yes, I don't want to go to Blackwell's Island. Lovely spot, of course. My grandfather used to tell me he remembered it when the Blackwell family still lived there. But I shouldn't care to wear stripes except for the pleasure of telling Alberta about it. It would give her a year's occupation, her suffering over my disgrace, wouldn't it, Adelaide?"
But to go back to our hill above Saint Andrew's, Wester Pitcorthie yonder was the birthplace of James, Lord Hay, of Lanley, Viscount Doncaster and Earl of Carlisle, the favourite of James VI and I, of whom the reverend historian tells us that "his first favour arose from a most strange and costly feast which he gave the king.
Wayne, however, and enjoyed his denial almost as much as he had enjoyed the discovery that the Wilsey ancestor had not been a Signer. He felt that somehow, owing to his late-nineteenth-century tact, the breach between him and Pete had been healed. "Mr. Lanley is going to stay and dine with me," said Mrs. Wayne. Pete looked a little grave, but his next sentence explained the cause of his anxiety.
"No; your thinking I minded." "Well, I did think so." "You were mistaken, utterly mistaken." "I'm glad. If you mind doing such things, you give so much time to arranging not to do them." Mr. Lanley was silent. He was deciding that he should rearrange some of the details of his life.
All will be well," his cause would have been lost. But his glance said nothing, only studied her coolly, and she began to speak. "Oh, Papa, Vincent does not consider such minor points as loyalty to me." Her voice and manner left Mr. Lanley in no doubt that if he stayed an instant he would witness a domestic quarrel. The idea shocked him unspeakably.
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