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"Not at present," said Lodloe; "she is jealous, and doesn't speak to him." Mr. Beam let his head drop on his breast, his arms hung down by his side, and he sank into his chair, as if his spine had come unhinged. "There goes the last prop from under me," he said. "If Calthea had a man in tow I wouldn't be afraid of her, but now well, no matter.
As first he flushed furiously, but after a few phrases he began to pale and to turn to living stone; enough mobility, however, remained to allow him presently to raise his hand imploringly, but Lodloe had now nearly finished his discourse, and with a few words more he turned and walked away. The deck-hand wiped his brow, took in a long breath, and went to work.
"Now, then," said Mrs. Cristie, turning to Lodloe, "what do you think of that very explicit opinion?" "Does it agree with yours?" he asked. "Wonderfully," she replied. "I could not have imagined that Mrs. Petter and I were so much of a mind." "Mrs. Cristie," said Lodloe, "I drop Lethbury, and here I stand with nothing but myself to offer you."
I greatly prefer to let people take care of their own affairs; but I feel bound to say to you that after Ida Mayberry neglected her duty to go off with you, I determined to advise Mrs. Cristie to dispense with the services of such a very untrustworthy nurse-maid." Lanigan Beam sprang to his feet. "Don't you do that!" he cried. "I beg of you not to do that." "Why not?" said Lodloe.
What I'm doing is just as much for her good as for mine. In this whole world there couldn't be a better match for her than old Tippengray, and she knows it, and wants him." "If there was a society for the prevention of cruelty to Greek scholars, I don't know but that it might interfere in this case," said Lodloe.
But in a flash he remembered something, and the man had scarcely turned his empty truck to go back to the pier, when Lodloe stepped in front of him, and with a wave of the hand stopped him.
I cannot imagine what has become of her." "Let me go and find her," said Lodloe. "What sort of person is she?" "She isn't any sort of person in particular," answered the lady. "I couldn't describe her. I will run down and look for her myself, and if you will kindly see that nobody knocks over my baby I shall be much obliged to you."
It was about the hour that she usually appeared on the lawn, and if there should follow tennis, or talking, or walking, or anything else, one thing would be the same as another to Lodloe, provided he and she took part. But when he saw Mrs. Cristie her avocation was one in which he could not take part. She was sitting on a bench by Mr.
"You!" cried Mrs. Cristie. "When did you do that?" "It was two years ago this spring," said Lodloe. "I was up there getting material for an article on the college which I wrote for the 'Bayside Magazine." "Did you write that?" said Mrs. Cristie. "I read it, and it was just as full of mistakes as it could be." "That may be, and I don't wonder at it," said the young man.
Lodloe instantly undertook the charge, and the lady disappeared below. The young man drew the baby-carriage to the bench by the rail and, seating himself, gazed with interest upon its youthful occupant. This individual appeared to be about two years of age, with its mother's eyes and a combative disposition.
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