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Some reticence was of course necessary because of the presence of Miss Stanbury and of Dorothy. To Miss Stanbury herself Mrs. MacHugh and Mrs.
She would play dummy whist, preferring it to the four-handed game; and, when hard driven, and with a meet opponent, would not even despise double-dummy. It was told of her and of Mrs. MacHugh that they had played double-dummy for a whole evening together; and they who were given to calumny had declared that the candles on that evening had been lighted very early.
"The devil knows, I don't, and you'll have to find out. He'll head northwest likely; he'll never try to cross the river here. How many men have you?" "Twenty." "Scatter them to every north post. The fellow had no horse, and your troopers can easily get ahead of him. Hurry up now." Carter departed with click of steel, and MacHugh evidently turned to his companion.
Right here in Washington Square. Remember that Dexter studio Weaver was telling about? The one in the third floor at sixty-one? That's it." "You don't say!" exclaimed Smite. "You're in right. How'd you get that?" Eugene explained. "Well, you sure are a lucky man," observed MacHugh. "Your wife ought to like that. I suppose there'll be a cozy corner for an occasional strolling artist?"
"Of course she does; why shouldn't she? I never knew a Stanbury yet that was a fool." "They are a wonderful family, of course," said Mrs. MacHugh; "but I think that of all of them she is the most wonderful. Old Barty said something to her at my house yesterday that wasn't intended to be kind." "When did he ever intend to be kind?" "But he got no change out of her.
Angela could come to New York or Buffalo she had never seen Niagara Falls and they could be married there. She had spoken recently of visiting her brother at West Point. Then they could come here and settle down. He decided that this must be so, wrote to her to that effect, and vaguely hinted to Smite and MacHugh that he might get married shortly.
Marietta went to help her sister, and Smite, in the absence of Eugene, said: "Say, he's in right, isn't he? She's a peach. She's got it a little on her sister." MacHugh merely stared at the room. He was taken with the complexion and arrangement of things generally.
From that moment Dorothy turned herself round, and became one of the listeners to the fun at the other end of the table. Poor Mr. Gibson soon found himself "nowhere." "I never saw a man so much altered in my life," said Mrs. MacHugh, up in the drawing-room. "I don't remember that he used to be clever." "He was a bright boy," said Miss Stanbury.
And here comes the sham squire himself! professor MacHugh said grandly. Getonouthat, you bloody old pedagogue! the editor said in recognition. Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat. I must get a drink after that. Drink! the editor cried. No drinks served before mass. Quite right too, Mr Dedalus said, going out. Come on, Ned. Ned Lambert sidled down from the table.
"Your time will come, I've no doubt," continued Mr. Gibson. "Everybody has always told me that it would be so. Even her oldest friends knew it. You ask Mrs. MacHugh, or Mrs. French, at Heavitree." "Mrs. French!" said Brooke, laughing. "That would hardly be fair evidence." "Why not? I don't know a better judge of character in all Exeter than Mrs. French.
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