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With a bow of affectionate burlesque, from which he lifted his face to break into laughter at the look in all their eyes, he handed the tattered nosegay to his father. "Oh, how delightful! how delicate! how perfect!" Mrs. Pasmer confided to herself. "I think this must be for you, Mrs. Pasmer," said the elder Mavering, offering her the bouquet, with a grave smile at his son's whim.
Saintsbury was just then saying to the elder Mavering, "I'm so glad you decided to come today. It would have been a shame if none of you were here." She made a feint of dropping her voice, with a glance at Dan Mavering. "He's such a nice boy," which made him laugh, and cry out "Oh, now? Don't poison my father's mind, Mrs. Saintsbury."
Pasmer had proposed his seeing Alice with due seriousness, but now she had a longing to let herself go; she felt all the pleasure that other people felt in doing Dan Mavering a pleasure, and something more, because he was so perfectly intelligible to her. She let herself go. "You might stay to breakfast." "Mrs. Pasmer, I will I will do that too. I'm awfully hungry, and I put myself in your hands."
Mavering could not worship enough this nobility of soul in her, and he celebrated it to Boardman with the passionate need of imparting his rapture which a lover feel. Boardman acquiesced in silence, with a glance of reserved sarcasm, or contented himself with laconic satire of his friend's general condition, and avoided any comment that might specifically apply to the points Dan made.
They all started toward the door, but the elder Mavering said, holding back a little, "Dan, I think I'll go and see " "Oh no, you mustn't, father," cried the young man, laying his hand with caressing entreaty on his father's coat sleeve. "I don't want you to go anywhere till you've seen Professor Saintsbury. We shall be sure to meet him at some of the spreads.
And as if that wasn't enough, I could see by the looks of those other women old Corey forgot Miss Wrayne in the supper-room, and I had to take her back that I hadn't made it right with them, even; they were as hard and smooth as glass. I'd ruined myself, and ruined myself for nothing." Mavering flung Boardman's chair over, and seated himself on its rungs.
She did not press her with further question, but set about making her a little more comfortable on the sofa; she pulled the pillow straight, and dropped a light shawl over the girl's shoulders, so that she should not take cold. Then Mrs. Pasmer had made up her mind that Alice had met Mavering somewhere, and that this outburst was the retarded effect of seeing him.
You don't think the young men are all spoiled nowadays, and expect the young ladies to offer them attentions?" "No," said Mr. Mavering slowly, as if recovering from the shock of the novel ideas. "Do you?" "Oh, I'm such a stranger in Boston I've lived abroad so long that I don't know. One hears all kinds of things. But I'm so glad you're not one of those pessimists!" "Well," said Mr.
The next morning Dan Mavering knocked at Boardman's door before the reporter was up. This might have been any time before one o'clock, but it was really at half-past nine. Boardman wanted to know who was there, and when Mavering had said it was he, Boardman seemed to ponder the fact awhile before Mavering heard him getting out of bed and coming barefooted to the door.
When she looked up with the air of surprise mixed with deprecation and ironical disclaimer which she had prepared while these things were passing through her mind, young Mavering had reached them, and had paused in a moment's hesitation before his father.
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