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Altogether he sailed through that whole day with flying colors, first with the housemaid, and then afterward at church, where he was the only one that knew what Sunday after Epiphany it was. He made it plainer than ever that he was a model young man and a pattern. Mrs. Matthewman compared him to her departed husband, and talked about old-fashioned courtesy and the splendid men of her youth.
And all the while I saw myself losing Freddy. I went away with his "No, no, no!" still ringing in my ears. At the club I found a note from Freddy. She pressed me to lose no time. Mrs. Matthewman was talking of going to Europe, and of course she and Eleanor would have to accompany her. Eleanor, she said, had ordered two new gowns and had brightened up wonderfully.
Most men would have tamely submitted to their fate instead of chasing up all the Joneses of Jonesville! Freddy sent me an early answer a gay, happy, overflowing little note telling me to try and engage Doctor Jones for a three-day house-party at Morristown. I was to telegraph when he could come, and was promised an official invitation from Mrs. Matthewman.
"Then he won't budge a single inch!" I replied. "Ezra?" "Darling!" "Suppose I just signed the telegram Van Coon?" "The very thing!" "If he misunderstood it I mean if he thought it really came from Eleanor there couldn't be any fuss about it afterward, could there?" "And, of course, you'll send the official invitation from Mrs. Matthewman besides?" "For Saturday?" "Yes, Saturday!"
He dominated the situation and well, I won't describe it, this not being a medical work, and the reader probably being a good guesser. Mrs. Matthewman remarked significantly that it must be nice to be the wife of a medical man one would always have the safe feeling of a doctor at hand in case anything happened at night!
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