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She felt clearly enough that her nephew had been careless; but pride is not often acknowledged among the members of an ordinary domestic circle. "They're all mind," Medora went on, with no lapse of momentum. She knew she must work in brief, broad effects: the surrey was waiting and the train would not delay.
"Sorry we can't leave any souvenir behind," said Cope, who had stolen up and was looking at the "poem" over Randolph's shoulder. "I shall remember your record," she returned with emphasis. Cope smiled deprecatingly; but he felt sure that he had sung well. The moonlight, when it came, was all that Medora Phillips had promised.
Medora Hastings, holding two kinds of smelling salts which invariably revived her simply by inducing the mental effort of deciding which was the better.
"As far as New York?" "Maybe so," said Abner guardedly. "How long shall you be gone?" she asked with great intentness. "A fortnight or more," purred Abner complacently, under this show of interest. "I guess I can open the eyes of those Easterners to a thing or two." Medora dropped her glance thoughtfully to the floor.
"Adrian," she breathed, with plaintive contrition, "I wish you wouldn't say such things no, nor even think them." Her fierce alertness fled. She leaned a little toward him, droopingly, a poor, feeble, timid child in need of some strong man to shield her from the rough world. The other carriage reached home first. Medora alighted gaily on the horse-block.
The first result from Abner's dinner with the Whylands was that Medora, thus formulated by the sympathetic and appreciative Edith, now became definitely crystallized in his mind; the second was that he changed his boarding-house. Mere crudity for its own sake no longer charmed.
But when you go down, stop for Medora a minute and see if she hasn't got something to say." Medora when he finally got down stairs had. She laid some knitting on the drawing-room table and came out into the hall. "No reading this afternoon, I judge. What I heard, or seemed to hear, was a broken flow of talk." "No reading. Restless." "So I was afraid.
"And if there is any wild wind in it why, I should be on hand with my violin, you know. I might be in white, as I am now, with snow-flakes in my hair; they would show, I think, if this mistletoe does " "Not that it represents my best and most characteristic work," he went on, "or that it bears upon any of the great problems of the day...." Medora dashed her spoon against her saucer.
She was still graceful, still fluent, still endowed with that baffling little air of distinction; but she knew where things were down to the last strainer or nutmeg-grater and she knew how to use them. She was completely at home. And so by this time was he. To deepen the impression, Medora asked Abner to help her lay the table.
Upon her the king laid a tranquillizing hand and, with a droop of eyelids in recognition of Mr. Frothingham, he murmured: "Ah, Medora Medora! Delight in the moment but do not embrace it," while beside him, star-eyed, Olivia stood waiting for Prince Tabnit to speak.
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