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For my part, I'd like to wear nothing but a cold bath." Mrs. Drelmer suddenly betrayed signs of excitement. She sat up straight in the wicker deck-chair, glanced down a column of her newspaper, and then looked up. Mauburn's head appeared out of the cabin's gloom. He was still speaking to some one below. Mrs. Drelmer rattled the paper and waved it at him. He came up the stairs. "What's the row?"
"But anyway," concluded Percival, after he had explained Mauburn's position to his sister, "he's a good fellow, and if you suit each other even the unexpected wouldn't make any difference." "Of course not," she assented, "'the rank is but the guinea's stamp, I know but I wasn't meaning to be married for quite a time yet, anyway, it's such fun just being engaged." "A mint julep?"
The old man looked him over quizzically. Psyche put her arm through Mauburn's. "I'd have to marry some one, you know, Uncle Peter!" "Don't apologise, Pish. There's room for men that can work out there, Mr. Mauburn, but there ain't any vintages or trouserings to speak of, and the hours is long." "Try me, Mr. Bines!" "Well, come on!
He made his way to the breakfast-room. The thought of food was not pleasant, but another brandy and soda, beading vivaciously in its tall glass, would enable him to watch with fortitude the spectacle of others who might chance to be eating. And he would have at least two hours of Miss Bines before Mauburn's head should ache him back to consciousness.
"Looks as if there were something doing there," said Percival, as they drove off the wharf. "Of course, stupid!" said his sister; "that's plain; only it isn't doing, it's already done. Isn't it funny, ma?" "For a French person," observed Mrs. Bines, guardedly, "I always liked the baron." "Of course," said her son, to Mauburn's mystification, "and the noblest men on this earth have to wear 'em."
Drelmer glanced above to where some one seemed to be waiting for him. "Who's your perfectly gorgeous companion? You've been so devoted to her for three days that you've hardly bowed to old friends. Don't you want her to know any one?" The young man laughed with an air of great shrewdness. "Come, now, Mrs. Drelmer, you're too good a friend of Mauburn's about his marrying, I mean.
"Good fur Pish that's the way to take down them conceited Britishers " "But then they went at matters again from a new standpoint, and the result is they've made it up." "What? Has them precious twin Casselthorpes perished?" "Not at all, both doing finely haven't even had colic growing fast probably learned to say 'fancy, now, by this time. But Mauburn's going West with us if we'll take him."
Bines "just anything he lays out to do." They talked until late into the night of what he should "lay out" to do. Meantime the stronghold of Mauburn's optimism was being desperately stormed. In an evening paper he had read of Percival's losses. The afternoon press of New York is not apt to understate the facts of a given case.
He paced the floor while his matrimonial adviser tapped a white kidded foot on the floor, and appeared to read plans of new battle in a mother-of-pearl paper-knife which she held between the tips of her fingers. "I have it and we'll do it quickly! Mrs. Wybert!" Mauburn's eyes opened widely. "That absurd old Peter Bines has spoken to me of her three times lately.
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