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"Why should I, dear?" laughed the girl, dropping upon a hassock at her side. "I am my own mistress. I have a little money, and considering I am only twenty-four quite a lot of wisdom. As to being Viscountess Merrivale, I will say it fascinated me a little just at first, you know. And the poor old pater was so respectful I couldn't help enjoying myself.
But what joy was there in eating the oddly chosen "treats"? Arabella decided that as there was but a short time before the closing of school, it was, perhaps, the best thing that could have happened, that Patricia had decided to go back to Merrivale.
She was not even aware that it was a sign of her own importance when the Marchioness de Fleury glided up to Count Tristan, on whose arm Bertha was leaning, and, in a softly cadenced voice, asked if she had not the pleasure of seeing Mademoiselle de Merrivale. In reply, the count presented Bertha.
Miss Merrivale, it is true, had the incurable disease of social ambition as thoroughly as her hostess; but the girl had, at least, a recognized and very comfortable footing under her feet, while the unfortunate widow kept herself above the surface only by nimble but most tiresome leaps from one precarious floating bit to another.
"That's so," responded Peter John cordially, "I've thought of it myself lots of times. Now there's Merrivale he rooms next to me, you know he ought to be shown that he's too fresh." "What's he done?" inquired Foster. "Why he came into my room last week and borrowed fifty cents, and he hasn't paid it back yet, either!" "Oh, well, just remember what Mott said, Peter John." "What did he say?"
"I'm the owner of the car," he began, rubbing his aching forehead. "What's yer name?" "Montague Shirley!" The policeman laughed, as he caught the criminologist by the shoulder, and blew his whistle for another man from post duty. "You lie. This car is owned by James Merrivale. You can't put over raw stuff like that on me. This guy's one of them auto Raffles, and I done a good job when I lands him.
"What's wrong?" Merrivale came from behind the counter. "I done burn my chest protector. I'll freeze without the papers." Then Bill explained the fire building but, recalling Lois Ann, withheld any further information. "Here, you fool," Merrivale said not unkindly, "take all the papers you want. And take this old coat, too. And look, lad, in yo' wandering have yo' seen Greyson's lil' gal?"
Let me hope that the Countess de Gramont and yourself will render my happiness complete by approving of Mademoiselle Bertha's choice." "Of course, of course; there's nothing else to be done; we have lost our trump card, but there's no use of confessing it! Very glad to welcome you as a relative, sir; very happy indeed; everything shall be as Mademoiselle de Merrivale desires."
Richard Culver, apparently," returned the first speaker. Culver grinned and bowed. "Certainly, sir," he said. "But luckily for himself he has never qualified for a leathering from Jack Merrivale, late of California. I don't believe myself that he did do the breaking-off. As they haven't met more than a dozen times, it can't have gone very deep with him.
But bliss in this world is always transient, and at her happiest moment Miss Merrivale looked up to perceive Mrs. Amanda Welsh Sampson bearing down upon her. Mrs. Sampson was accompanied by the Hon.
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