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There could not have been a better figure for the saddle than Lynde's slightly above the average height, straight as a poplar, and neither too spare nor too heavy.
Westover got his arm under Lynde's elbow, and, with the man going before for them to fall upon jointly in case they should stumble, he got him down the dark and twisting stairs and through the basement hall, which was vaguely haunted by the dispossessed women servants of the family, and so out upon the pavement of the moonlighted streets.
He also ascertained that the maximum of Mary's speed was five miles an hour. "I didn't want a fast horse, anyway," said Lynde philosophically. "As I am not going anywhere in particular, I need be in no hurry to get there." The most delightful feature of Lynde's plan was that it was not a plan.
Very tenderly he loosened Lynde's hold on his arm and looked into her quivering face. "You know it is my duty, Lynde," he said gently. "If anything can be done for that poor man, I am the only one who can do it. I will come back safe, please God. Be brave, dear." Lynde, with a little moan of resignation, turned away.
She had little power to psychologize concerning social conditions, but the stalwart constructive persistence of Cowperwood along commercial lines coupled with the current American contempt of leisure reflected somewhat unfavorably upon Lynde, she thought. Lynde's face clouded still more at this outburst. "You go to the devil," he retorted. "I don't get you at all.
Miss Mildred Bowlsby, then the reigning belle, was ready to flirt with him to the brink of the Episcopal marriage service, and beyond; but the phenomenal honeymoon which had recently quartered in Lynde's family left him indisposed to take any lunar observations on his own account. With his salary as cashier, Lynde's income was Vanderbiltish for a young man in Rivermouth.
A cow that could jump over or break through our milk-pen fence couldn't be trusted anywhere." Marilla had gone down to Mrs. Lynde's, and when she returned knew all about Dolly's sale and transfer, for Mrs. Lynde had seen most of the transaction from her window and guessed the rest. "I suppose it's just as well she's gone, though you DO do things in a dreadful headlong fashion, Anne.
"I can assure you, sir," he cried, as the man returned to his former position, "that the result of the explanation will be far from satisfactory to you. I shall hold to strict account every man who has had a hand in this business. I demand to be brought before a magistrate, or a justice of the peace, if there is one in this God-forsaken country." No attention was paid to Lynde's fresh outbreak.
That highly-gratified lady sent word back that she had one just like it to spare, so the tobacco king got his quilt after all, and insisted on having it spread on his bed, to the disgust of his fashionable wife. Mrs. Lynde's quilts served a very useful purpose that winter. Patty's Place for all its many virtues, had its faults also.
So she is halting between two opinions and only success will justify us in Mrs. Lynde's eyes. Priscilla is going to write a paper for our next Improvement meeting, and I expect it will be good, for her aunt is such a clever writer and no doubt it runs in the family. I shall never forget the thrill it gave me when I found out that Mrs. Charlotte E. Morgan was Priscilla's aunt.
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