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Munt's arm as if to leave him the freer for his hand-shaking. "Oh!" he said, suddenly recurring to her; "let me introduce you to Mrs. Pasmer, Mr. Mavering," and the latter made a bow that creased his waistcoat at about the height of Mrs. Pasmer's pretty little nose.
Pasmer was genuinely surprised to see Mavering, and he pursued his advantage if it was an advantage by coming directly to the point. He took it for granted that she knew all about the matter, and he threw himself upon her mercy without delay. "Mrs. Pasmer, you must help me about this business with Alice," he broke out at once. "I don't know what to make of it; but I know I can explain it.
And is that the reason its being ancestral that Mr. Mavering wishes his son to go into it?" "Is he going into it?" asked Munt. "He's come up here to think about it." "I should suppose it would be a very good thing," said Munt. "What a very remarkable forest!" said Mrs. Pasmer, examining it on either side, and turning quite round.
Be honest for once, now, Mavering, and tell me you've thought better of it, and don't want me to go!" "Yes yes, I do. Oh yes, you've got to go. I I do want you. I you make me see things in just the right light, don't you know. That idea of yours about little steps it's braced me all up. Yes " "You're such an infernal humbug," said Boardman, "I can't tell whether you want me or not.
She was not at all a young woman, and many things had come and gone in her life that ought to have fortified her against surprise; but she wanted to scream like a little frightened girl as Dan Mavering stepped out of the parlour door toward her. The habit of not screaming, however, prevailed, and she made a tolerably successful effort to treat him with decent composure. She gave him a rigid hand.
He waited at the corner of the block for Mavering to come up, affecting an interest in the neck-wear of a furnisher's window. In about five minutes Mavering joined him. "Look here, Boardman! Those ladies have snagged onto me." "Are there two of them?" "Yes, one inside. And they want me to go with then to see the race. Their father's got a little steam-yacht. They want you to go too."
"Well, then, if you've got yourself to blame " "How am I to blame, I should like to know?" retorted Mavering, rejecting the first offer from another of the censure which he had been heaping upon himself: the irritation of his nerves spoke. "I did speak out at last when it was too late. Well, let it all go," he groaned aimlessly. "I don't care. But she isn't to blame.
"I think this is what this place is fit for a picnic; and I wish every one well out of it for nine months of the year." "I don't," said the girl, with a passionate regret in her voice. "It would be heavenly here with But you no, you're different. You always want to share your happiness." "I shouldn't call that happiness. But don't you?" asked Mavering. "No. I'm selfish."
And I assure you that I didn't suppose But of course!" he arrested himself in the superfluous reassurance he was offering, "All that goes without saying. Only there are some of the fellows coming back to the law school, and if you'll allow me " "We shall be very happy indeed, Mr. Mavering," said Mrs. Pasmer, behind him. "Oh, thank you ever so much, Mrs. Pasmer."
"Is she a Catholic?" asked Mavering. "She isn't a Roman Catholic." "Oh yes!" He dropped forward on his knees again to help her tie the bunch she had finished. It was not so easy as the first. "Oh, thank you!" she said, with unnecessary fervour. "But you shouldn't like to go into a sisterhood, I suppose?" said Mavering, ready to laugh. "Oh, I don't know. Why not?"
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