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Updated: June 17, 2025
A Hot Day in New York, with News of an Interesting Marriage At five o'clock that day the prow of the Viluca cut the waters of Newport harbour around Goat Island, and pointed for New York. "Now is your time," said Mrs. Drelmer to Mauburn. "I'm sure the girl likes you, and this row with the Milbreys has cut off any chance that cub had. Why not propose to her to-night?"
"I say," said Mauburn, coming up, "do you see that angel of the flaming hair with that young Milbrey chap?" The two men gazed where he was indicating. "By Jove! she is a stunner, isn't she?" exclaimed Percival. "Might be one of Shepler's party," suggested Higbee. "He has the Milbrey family out with him, and I see they landed awhile ago.
Percival deported himself cordially. "I'm really glad to hear it," he said to Mauburn. "I'm sure you'll make sis as good a husband as she'll make you a wife; and that's very good, indeed. Let's fracture a cold quart to the future Lady Casselthorpe." "And to the future Lord Casselthorpe!" added Mrs. Drelmer, who was warmly enthusiastic.
"But how will your sister take it?" asked Mauburn; "she may be afraid this will knock my title on the head, you know." "Oh, I see," said Percival; "I hadn't thought of that." "Only it can't," continued Mauburn. "Hang it all, that blasted old beggar will be eighty-nine, you know, in a fortnight. There simply can't be any issue of the marriage, and that that blasted "
Mauburn, too, was shrewd enough to see that, while she frankly liked him, he was for some reason less a favourite than the Baron de Palliac. "It'll be no easy matter marrying that girl," he told Mrs. Drelmer. "She's really a dear, and awfully good fun, but she's not a bit silly, and I dare say she'll marry some chap because she likes him, and not because he's anybody, you know."
At parting he repeatedly urged Mauburn, with tears in his eyes, to point out one single instance in which he had ever proved false to a friend. To herself, when the pink rose came out of her hair that night, Miss Milbrey admitted that it wasn't going to be so bad, after all. She had feared he might rush his proposal through that night; he had been so much in earnest.
"Awfully good of you, old chap. I'm sure she does care for me." "But of course it will be only fair to sis to lay the matter before her just as it is." "To be sure!" Mauburn assented. "And now, thank the Lord, we're under way. Doesn't that breeze save your life, though? We'll eat here on deck." The Viluca swung into mid-stream, and was soon racing to the north with a crowded Fall River boat.
He opened the door of the spacious breakfast-room. Through the broad windows from the south-east came the glorious shine of the morning sun to make him blink; and seated where it flooded him as a calcium was Mauburn, resplendent in his myriad freckles, trim, alive, and obviously hungry. Around his plate were cold mutton, a game pie, eggs, bacon, tarts, toast, and sodden-looking marmalade.
During the hour of dressing-sacque and slippers, while maids fluttered through the long corridors on hair-tending and dress-hooking expeditions, Mrs. Drelmer favoured her hostess with a confidential chat in that lady's boudoir, and, over Scotch and soda and a cigarette, suggested that Mr. Mauburn, in a house where he could really do as he pleased, would assuredly take Miss Bines out to dinner.
Milbrey's burning eyes beheld him reach out for another slice of the cold, terrible mutton. "Life," said Milbrey, as he inflated his brandy from the siphon, "is an empty dream this morning." "Wake up then, old chap!" Mauburn cordially urged, engaging the game pie in deadly conflict; "try a rasher; nothing like it; better'n peggin' it so early.
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