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Anyway, they're certain to stay, after they get here, till you want to rise up and howl." "My dear!" said Mrs. Maybough. "Oh, I don't suppose I ever shall howl. I'm too thoroughly subdued; and with Cornelia here to-day I shall be able to hold in. You're the first Synthesis girl," she frankly explained to Cornelia, "that mamma's ever let me have.
He did not say anything to let her think he had changed his mind as to the wisdom of her coming to study art in New York; and she liked that; she should have hated him if he had. "Have you got that little Manet, yet?" Mr. Plaisdell broke in upon them. "I was telling Miss Maybough about it." "Yes," said Ludlow. "It's at my place. Why won't Miss Maybough and Miss Saunders come and see it?
Miss Maybough had left her own drawing in the rough, but it could not be called bold; though if she had seen the block hand with a faltering eye, she seemed to have had a fearless vision of many other things, and she had covered her paper with a fantastic medley of grotesque shapes, out of that imagination which she had given Cornelia to know was so fatally mischievous to her in its uninvited activities.
Miss Maybough protested, in a voice hoarse with admiration. "Yes; but I'm not going." "Why not? I should think you would be so proud. How did they come to tell you?" "Oh, they just said I might. But I'm not going. They're so severe in the Antique. They just discourage you." "Yes, that is so," said Miss Maybough, with a sigh of solemn joy. "They make you feel as if you couldn't draw at all."
When he went away, he said, with an absent look at Charmian, "You have a magnificent pallor to-day, Miss Maybough, and I must compliment you on keeping much quieter than usual." "Oh, thank you," said Charmian, gravely, and as soon as the door closed upon him she flung herself into Cornelia's arms, and they stifled their laughter in each other's necks.
Maybough returned, with a velvety tenderness of tone that seemed to convey assent. "We shall be rather late, as it is. I hope you're comfortably situated here." "Oh, very," said Cornelia. "I've never been away from home before, and of course it isn't like home." "Yes," said Mrs. Maybough, "one misses the refinements of home in such places."
Mrs. Maybough went abroad with her step-daughter, and most of the girl's life had been spent in Europe. There was a good deal of Dresden in their sojourn, something of Florence, necessarily a little of Paris; it was not altogether wanting in London, where Mrs. Maybough was presented at court. But so far as definitively materialized society was concerned, Europe could not be said to have availed.
And Charmian and I were very good to-day, and kept working away at our block hands as long as the light lasted." "Ah, yes; Miss Maybough," said Ludlow; then he paused absently a moment. "Do you think she is going to do much in art?" "How should I know?" returned Cornelia. She thought it rather odd he should recur to that after she had let him see she did not want to talk about Charmian's art.
She said a week or two ago that he had give up trying to paint that Maybough girl, and that she guessed she had got the last of her lessons from him; but she didn't seem much troubled about it. But I guess by her not wantin' to tell, it's him. What do you suppose he did to provoke her?" "Oh, just some young people's nonsense, probably. It'll come all right.
But although Charmian was apparently radiant the whole evening, and would hardly let Cornelia go away at the end, she wanted her to stay so and talk it over, she had a girl's perverseness in not admitting the perfection of the occasion to Mrs. Maybough, when she said, "Well, my dear, I hope your dinner was Bohemian enough for you." "Bohemian!" she retorted. "It wasn't Bohemian at all.
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