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Tippengray, listening to his very interesting discourse upon some of the domestic manners and customs of the ancients, and their surprising resemblance in many points to those of the present day. Therefore it was, also, that she allowed Walter Lodloe to pass on his way without inviting him to join the party.
These men had come on board after the departure of the young woman, and could know nothing of the facts, and therefore Lodloe, speaking from a high, figurative standpoint, settled the matter by shaking his head and saying: "That can't be done. The little thing has lost its mother." The man who had last spoken looked compassionately at Lodloe.
At present she did not care very much about either of them, although, when she had heard of the expected coming of the young widow, she had been afraid of her, and was prepared to dislike her. But finding her, as she supposed, already provided with a lover, Calthea was quite satisfied with Mrs. Cristie. She liked Lodloe on general principles, because he was a man. Her greeting was very pleasant.
Walter Lodloe was now as much flushed with the fever of love-making as Lanigan Beam had been flushed with the fever of money-making, but he did not have the other man's luck. Mrs. Cristie gave him few opportunities of making her know him as he wished her to know him.
Lodloe greeted him with a smile. "As you seem doubtful about joining the little company down there, I thought I would ask you up here," he said. Lanigan walked to the window and gazed out at the summer-house. "They are having a good, cozy time of it," said he, "but that won't do. That sort of thing has got to be stopped." "Why won't it do?" asked Lodloe.
Tippengray had finished dinner, and he had desired the others not to wait for him as he would probably be occupied some time longer, the host and hostess went out to greet the visitor, followed by Mrs. Cristie and Lodloe.
But, satirize my Vassar article as you please, I shall never cease to be grateful to it for my tower room in the Squirrel Inn." Walter Lodloe set out to go to his work, and on his way to the little garden at the foot of the staircase which led to his room in the tower he saw the Greek scholar sitting on a bench outside his summer-house smoking a large cigar. "Good morning, sir," said Mr.
Lodloe smiled at the idea of carrying the baby about until its mother came; but he was willing to do the thing in moderation, and taking up the child resolutely, if not skilfully, he began to stride up and down the deck with it. This suited the youngster perfectly, and it ceased crying and began to look about with great interest.
By George! it would make him two inches taller to walk through a swell crowd with Calthea on his arm, dressed as she would dress, and carrying her head as she would carry it." "You seem to be a matchmaker," said Lodloe; "but I don't meddle in that sort of thing.
"And to finish up with Tippengray, I'll say that if Lodloe and I had not our mind so filled with our own businesses and projects, I'd get him to go in with me, and help make up a class; but if I were to do that, perhaps people might say that all I wanted was to get in with the girls." Here was a chance for Calthea to give her schemes a little push.
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