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I really beg your pardon, Mr. Raleigh; it is painful to another, I am aware, to be thrust upon family confidences" "Pray, Sir, proceed," said Mr. Raleigh, wheeling his chair about. "But since you are in a manner connected with the affair, yourself" "You must be aware, Mr. Laudersdale, that my chief desire is the opportunity you afford me." "I believe so. I am happy to afford it.
"Not even in Mrs. Laudersdale's instance?" "Mrs. Laudersdale has a sweet tooth, then?" Mr. Raleigh asked in return, as if there were any trivial thing concerning her in which he could yet be instructed. "I'm not going to tell you anything about Mrs. Laudersdale." "There comes that desired object, the tea-tray. It's not to be formal, then, to-night. That's a blessing!
Laudersdale, my dear, is exceptional." Katy opened her eyes, as if she had been told that the object of her adoration was Japanese. "It is the last grain that completes the transformation, as your story-books have told; and one day you will see her stand, a statue of sugar, and melt away in the sun. To be sure, the whole air will be sweetened, but there will be no Mrs. Laudersdale."
He left this morning for India." When you saw Mrs. Laudersdale for the first time, at a period thirteen years later, would you have imagined her possessed of this little drama? You fancy now that in this flash all the wealth of her soul burned out and left her a mere volition and motive power? You are mistaken, as I said.
Laudersdale and Mr. Manton sauntered in, their heads together, and muttering occult matters of business, whose tally was kept with forefinger on palm. "Where is Raleigh?" asked Mr. Manton, looking up. "He can tell us." "At his old occupation," answered a gentleman from beside Mrs. Laudersdale, "flirting with forbidden fruit." "An alliterative amusement," said Mrs. Laudersdale.
"Are the old oleanders in the garden yet?" asked Mrs. Laudersdale. "Not the very same. The hurricane destroyed those, years ago; these are others, grand and rosy as sunrise sometimes." "It was my Aunt Susanne who planted those, I have heard." "And it was your daughter Rite who planted these."
The cheek had resumed its usual pallor, and she was in her customary colors of black and gold. She carried a curiously cut crystal glass, which she placed on the sideboard, and then moved toward her chair. Her eye rested casually for a moment on Mr. Raleigh, as she crossed the threshold, and then returned with a species of calm curiosity. "Mrs. Laudersdale has forgotten me?" he asked, with a bow.
"I don't know that I shall take you at all, Miss Helen; river-lilies might suit you best; but these queens of the lakes, the great, calm pond-lilies, creatures of quiet and white radiance, I have seen only one head that possessed enough of the genuine East-Indian repose to be crowned with them." "You like repose," said Mrs. Laudersdale. "But what is it?"
"Without doubt he took it." "I mean, that, where attentions are known to intend nothing, one is not obliged to measure them, or to calculate upon effects." "Of the latter no one can accuse Mr. Raleigh!" said Mr. Laudersdale, hotly, forgetting himself for once. Mrs. Laudersdale lifted her large eyes and laid them on her husband's face.
"Quite an acquisition, Mrs. Laudersdale!" said she. "What?" said the other, languidly, leaning one arm on the table and looking about for any appetizing edible. "What is an acquisition?" "You mean who. Mr. Raleigh, of course. But isn't it the queerest thing in the world, up here in this savage district, to light upon a gentleman?" "Is this a savage district? And is Mr. Raleigh a gentleman?"
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