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She spoke in a deep low voice, with a caressing manner, and stood looking up, at Mr. Mavering with one shoulder shrugged and the other drooped, and a tasteful composition of her fan and hands and handkerchief at her waist. "Yes, ma'am, it is," said Mr. Mavering. He seemed to say ma'am to her with a public or official accent, which sent Mrs.
Had he offended her in some way the other day? At any rate, she had no right to show it. She longed for some chance to scold the girl, and tell her that it would not do, and make her talk. Mr. Mavering was merely a friendly acquaintance, and there could be no question of anything personal. She forgot that between young people the social affair is always trembling to the personal affair.
"Let me see," said Mrs. Pasmer thoughtfully, "how it can be contrived." "Yes;" said Mavering, ready for a panic. "How? She wouldn't stand a surprise?" "No; I had thought of that." "No behind-a-screen or next-room business?" "No," said Mrs. Pasmer, with a light sigh. "Alice is peculiar. I'm afraid she wouldn't like it." "Isn't there any little ruse she would like?" "I can't think of any.
It is always the belief of a young man's family, especially his mother and sisters, that unfair means have been used to win him, if the family of his betrothed are unknown to them; and it was a relief, if not exactly a comfort, for Eunice Mavering to find that Alice was as great a simpleton as Dan, and perhaps a sincerer simpleton. A week later, in fulfilment of the arrangement made by Mrs.
Saintsbury, looking out on the passage of an express-wagon load of trunks through Cavendish Square, and commenting the fact with the tacit reflection that it was quite time she should be getting away from Boston too, when her daughter, who was looking out of the other window, started significantly back. "What is it, Alice?" "Nothing! Mr. Mavering, I think, and that friend of his " "Which friend?
Munt said he'd been up, and Mr. Mavering promised to bring me back to him, but he was not there when we got back. Mr. Mavering got me some ice cream first, and then he found you for me." "Really," said Mrs. Pasmer to herself, "the combat thickens!" To her daughter she said, "He's very handsome." "He laughs too much," said the daughter. Her mother recognised her uncandour with a glance.
Dan opened one door after another till he stood within the hot brilliantly lighted hall. Eunice Mavering was coming down the stairs, hooded and wrapped for a walk on the long verandahs before supper. "Dan!" she cried. "It's all up, Eunice," he said at once, as if she had asked him about it. "My engagement's off." "Oh, I'm so glad!"
You're always fancying yourself doing something very devoted, but I've never seen you ready to give up your own will, or your own comfort even, in the slightest degree. And Dan Mavering, if he were twice as temporising and circuitous" the word came to her from her talk with him "would be twice too good for you. I'm going to breakfast."
"I suppose they do it to amuse Mrs. Mavering," said Alice, with cold displeasure. "Oh, it's quite right," tittered Mrs. Pasmer. "It would be as much as their lives are worth if they didn't. You can see that she rules them with a rod of iron. What a will!
"Oh, very." "Yes," Alice went on musingly. "Their minds are so different. Everything they say and do is so unexpected, and yet it seems to be just right." Mrs. Pasmer asked herself if this single-mindedness was to go on for ever, but she had not the heart to treat it with her natural levity. Probably it was what charmed Mavering with the child. Mrs.
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