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She did not mean her questions to be answered, or at least not then; for, while her daughter continued to smile rather more absently, and young Mavering broke out continuously in his nervous laugh, and his father stood regarding him with visible satisfaction, she hummed on, turning to the young man: "But I'm quite appalled at Alice's having monopolised even for a few minutes a whole Senior and probably an official Senior at that," she said, with a glance at the pink and white club button in his coat lapel, "and I can't let you stay another instant, Mr.
"Do you really?" asked Mavering soberly, as if struck by the novelty of the idea. "Yes!" she said, with exaltation. "If I were a man " He burst into a ringing laugh. "Oh no; don't!" "Why?" she demanded, with provisional indignation. "Because then there wouldn't be any Miss Pasmer." It seemed to Alice that this joking was rather an unwarranted liberty.
He admitted this, with the object of meeting Dan's views in an opinion. "So you think I'm a faithless man too, do you?" demanded Mavering stormily. "Not from your point of view," said Boardman, who kept on quietly eating and drinking. Mavering was too amiable not to feel Boardman's innocence of offence in his unperturbed behaviour.
"It looks as if some hermit had been using it as a store-room," said her husband; for there were odds and ends of furniture and clothes and boxes and handbags scattered about the floor. "I forgot all about them when I asked you," cried Mavering, laughing out his delight. "They belong to some fellows that are giving spreads in their rooms, and I let them put them in here."
"We used to expect great things of Elbridge Mavering in college. We were rather more romantic than the Harvard men are nowadays, and we believed in one another more than they do. Perhaps we idealised one another. But, anyway, our class thought Mavering could do anything. You know about his taste for etchings?" "Yes," said Mrs. Pasmer, with a sigh of deep appreciation. "What gifted people!"
Mavering kept up until he took leave of the party of young people who had come over on the ferry-boat to Eastport for the frolic of seeing him off. It was a tremendous tour de force to accept their company as if he were glad of it, and to respond to all their gay nothings gaily; to maintain a sunny surface on his turbid misery.
Dan looked at her too, as if doubtful of her approval; and then he told in character a Yankee story which he had worked up from the talk of his friend the foreman. It made them all laugh. Mrs. Pasmer was the gayest; she let herself go, and throughout the evening she flattered right and left, and said, in her good-night to Mrs. Mavering, that she had never imagined so delightful a time. "O Mrs.
Brinkley; she seemed to enter into their humour; and no one paid much attention to Dan Mavering. He hung upon the outskirts of the little group; proffering unrequited sympathy and applause; and at last he murmured something about having to go back to some friends, and took himself off. Mrs.
Saintsbury to her daughter: "Can you make out Mr. Mavering among them, Alice?" "No. Hush, mamma!" pleaded the girl.
"Oh, as to making fun of you, I was going to say " Mavering began, and after a pause he broke off with a laugh. "I forget what I was going to say." "Try to remember." "I can't." "How strange that we should have both happened to go to the Museum this morning!" she sighed. Then, "Dan," she broke in, "do you suppose that heaven is any different from this?" "I hope not if I'm to go there."
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