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Updated: May 3, 2025
Men are so foolishly tender-hearted about women. "Of course, I know it seems hard, and will be for a little. But it is for Evelyn's good, I am perfectly sure." Mr. Mavick was meditating. It was a mighty unpleasant business. But he was getting tired of conflict. There was an undercurrent in the lives of both that made him shrink from going deep into any domestic difference. It was best to yield.
He didn't know anything more about the weather than the Weather Bureau knows, yet the helmsman of the yacht used to consult him about the appearances of the sky and a change of wind with a confidence in his opinion that he gave to no one else on board. And Mavick never forfeited this respect by being too positive.
I don't want a broker's board or a Chamber of Commerce here." Mr. Mavick named half a dozen, and Carmen looked for their names in the social register. "Any more?" "Why, you forgot young Burnett, who was with you last summer at Rivervale. I thought you liked him." "So I did in Rivervale. Plain farmer people. Yes, he was very nice to us.
And Evelyn was told that this was one of the penalties a man paid for being popular. Mrs. Mavick, who seldom lost her head, was thoroughly frightened and upset, and it was a rare occasion that could upset the equanimity of the late widow, Mrs. Carmen Henderson. She gave way to her passion and demanded that the offending editor should be pursued with the utmost rigor of the law. Mr.
Mavick had not exchanged a dozen remarks before these clever people felt that they were congenial spirits. It was in the smoking-room that Henderson and Mavick fell into an interesting conversation, which resulted in an invitation for Mavick to drop in at Henderson's office in the morning. The dinner had not been a brilliant one.
Mavick, who returned at this moment. The group for an instant was silent, and then Evelyn said: "We have waited so long; mamma, that I am a little tired, and you will excuse me from the drive this afternoon?" "Certainly, my dear." When the two were seated in the carriage, Mrs. Mavick turned to Lord Montague: "Well?" "No go," replied my lord, as sententiously, and in evident bad humor. "What?
Mavick; but the eagerness of his personal pursuit led him into collisions. There were certain possessions of Mr.
"That's so good of you! Excursions, picnics oh, we will arrange. You must come and help me arrange. And I hope," with a smile to Alice, "you can persuade your cousin to join us sometimes." Alice bowed, they all bowed, and Mrs. Mavick said au revoir, and went swinging her parasol down the driveway. Then she turned and called back, "This is the first long walk I have taken."
But when the preparations were all made, and Evelyn went to her own room, there did not seem to be so much hope, nor any brightness in the midst of this first great catastrophe of her life. The great Mavick ball at Newport, in the summer long remembered for its financial disasters, was very much talked about at the time.
She was standing by a window looking out, and he was standing by the fireplace watching the swing of the figure on the pendulum of the tall mantelpiece clock. He was the first to break the silence. "Your clock, Miss Mavick, is a little fast." No reply. "Or else I am slow." Still no reply. "They say, you know, that I am a little slow, over here." No reply. "I am not, really, you know.
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