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Frobisher and her sister, I never could. Don't you see?" "Yes, certainly. But " "And Alice herself told me to go and look after them," interposed Mavering. He suppressed, a little uncandidly, the fact of her first reluctance. "But you know it was the first time you had been out together?" "Yes."
"They'll think I didn't come," said Mavering, with the easy conscience of youth and love; and again they laughed at the ridiculous position together. "I remember now I was to be at the door, and they were to take me up in their carriage. I wonder how long they waited? You put everything else out of my head." "Do you think I'll keep it out?" she asked archly.
Her mother looked after her with the edge of her fan over her mouth till she disappeared in the depths of the hotel corridor; then she sat down near the steps, and chatted with some half-grown boys lounging on the balustrade, and waited for Munt to come up over the brink of the precipice. Dan Mavering came with him, running forward with a polite eagerness at sight of Mrs. Pasmer.
"Yes," said the mother thoughtfully. "There! he's laughing with that other student. But don't look!" Mrs. Pasmer saw well enough out of the corner of her eye the joking that went on between Mavering and his friend, and it did not displease her to think that it probably referred to Alice.
"I didn't either," said Mavering, "when I left Boston. Of course I knew I was going down there to see her, but when I got there it kept going on, just like anything else, up to the last moment. I didn't realise till it came to the worst that I had become a mere pulp." "Well, you won't stay so," said Boardman, making the first vain attempt at consolation.
There was a pathos in their brilliancy which of course betrayed her to the Mavering girls. It softened Eunice, and encouraged Minnie, who had been a little afraid of the Pasmers. They both kissed Alice with sisterly affection. Their father merely saw how handsome she looked, and Dan's heart seemed to melt in his breast with tenderness.
"Going to be a yacht race? Better have some breakfast. Or better not here. Flies under your bacon." "Rough on the flies," said Boardman, snapping the bell which summoned the spectre in the black jersey, and he sat down. "What are you doing in Portland?" Mavering told him, and then Boardman asked him how he had left the Pasmers.
Brinkley's conventional claim had implied; it was self-interested, eager, anxious; and was probably not different from the voice of good society anywhere. "Why, there's Dan Mavering now!" said Mrs. Brinkley, rather to herself than to her companion. "And alone!" Dan's face showed above most of the heads and shoulders about him; it was flushed, and looked troubled and excited.
"It is to me." After a moment she looked up at him. "I should think that you wouldn't mind living there if your business was there. I suppose it's being idle in places that makes them dull. I thought it was dull in London. One ought to be glad oughtn't he? to live in any place where there's something to do." "Well, that isn't the way people usually feel," said Mavering.
And it was Dan Mavering who really managed the affair." "He was very kind," said Mrs. Pasmer, with a feeling which was chiefly gratitude to her friend for bringing in his name so soon. Now that it had been spoken, she felt it decorous to throw aside the outer integument of pretense, which if it could have been entirely exfoliated would have caused Mrs.
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