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Think it over, and if you still find me in the wrong, and will tell me so, I will apologize." He did not receive a reply. Meeting Ogden Ogden a few days later, he was told that Lispenard had gone west for a hunting trip, quite unexpectedly. "He said not to expect him back till he came. He seemed out of sorts at something." In September Peter had a letter from Miss De Voe.
"I cannot say why I like it, except, that I feel as if it had something to do with my own mood at times." "Are you very lonely?" asked Miss De Voe, in a voice too low for Lispenard to hear. "Sometimes," said Peter, simply. "I wish," said Miss De Voe, still speaking low, "that the next time you feel so you would come and see me." "I will," said Peter.
"I suppose you have seen the pictures, and so won't care to go round with us?" inquired Miss De Voe. "I've looked at them, but I should like to go over again with you," said Peter. Then he added, "if I shan't be in the way." "Not a bit," said Lispenard heartily. "My cousin always wants a listener. It will be a charity to her tongue and my ears." Miss De Voe merely gave him a very pleasant smile.
And it was with a courtly bow, which also had not varied in angle or courtliness, that little Miss Maitland saw Mr. Augustus Lispenard bend low over Miss Wardrop's hand. A small, slight man was Mr. Lispenard, very erect, very straight of eyebrow, keen of glance, precise of speech. His extraordinary black eyes peered out from beneath his level brows in a disquietingly observant manner.
"Still," said Lispenard, "few girls can resist the flattery of being treated by a man as if she is the only woman worth considering in the world, and Peter did that to an extent which was simply disgraceful. It was laughable to see the old hermit become social the moment she appeared, and to see how his eyes and attention followed her. And his learning to dance! That showed how things were."
So, though friends grew steadily in numbers, society saw less and less of Peter. Those who cared to study his tastes came to recognize that to force formal entertaining on him was no kindness, and left it to Peter to drop in when he chose, making him welcome when he came. He was pleased to get a letter from Lispenard during the winter, from Japan.
In the stretch between the Square and Eleventh Street, it points out as residences of particular interest those of Paul Dana, No. 1, George T. Bestle, No. 3, F. Spencer Witherbee, No. 4, and Lispenard Stewart, No. 6; all below Eighth Street. Then, between Eighth and Ninth, Pierre Mali, No. 8, John C. Eames, No. 12, Miss Abigail Burt, No. 14, Dr. J. Milton Mabbott, No. 17, Dr.
"He had no desire for reputation or money, and so did not care to increase either." "And mark my words," said Lispenard. "From this day, he'll set no limit to his endeavors to obtain both." "He can't work harder than he has to get political power," said an usher. "Think of how anxious he must have been to get it, when he would spend so much time in the slums and saloons!
He and Laurence my second brother are old cronies, and he often drops in on us. I want you to know my brothers. They are both here this evening." "I have met the elder one, I suppose." "No. That was a cousin, Lispenard Ogden. He spoke of meeting you. You would be amused to hear his comment about you." "Mr. Stirling doesn't like to have speeches repeated to him, Dorothy," said Miss De Voe.
It's been pure, fire-with-your-eyes-shut luck. "Was this morning luck too?" asked a bridesmaid. "Absolutely," sighed Lispenard. "And what luck! I always said that Peter would never marry, because he would insist on taking women seriously, and because at heart he was afraid of them to a woeful degree, and showed it in such a way, as simply to make women think he didn't like them individually.
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