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All that undimmed freshness of longing he had felt the day before-all the unnamed, unidentified, nameless desires had flooded back upon him, but now no longer aimless. They were acutely definite. He wanted Avice Milbrey, wanted her with an intensity as unreasoning as it was resistless.
Milbrey has time to say to her sister, "Yes, we think it's going; and really, it will do very well, you know. The girl has had some nonsense in her mind for a year past none of us can tell what but now she seems actually sensible, and she's promised to accept when the chap proposes." But there is time for no more gossip.
Mrs. takes only Scotch whiskey and soda. "But I'm glad," she confides to Horace Milbrey on her left, "that you haven't got to followin' this fad of havin' one wine at dinner; I know it's English, but it's downright shoddy." Her host's eyes swam with gratitude for this appreciation.
If that young man has not now a high estimate of my charms of person and mind, then have my ways forgot their cunning and I be no longer the daughter of Margaret Milbrey, nee van Schoule. But, Muetterchen, now comes the disgraceful part. I'm afraid of myself, even in spite of our affairs being so bad.
I should have thought he'd want some one a bit less fluttery." "I dare say you're right, about the gossip, I mean " Miss Milbrey remarked when she had finished her tea, and refused the cakes. "I remember, now, one day when we met at her place, and he seemed so much at home there. Of course, it must be so. How stupid of me to doubt it! Now I must run.
He knew he should not, must not, hold Avice Milbrey in his mind; yet when he tried to put her out it hurt him. At first he had plumed himself upon his lucky escape that night, when he would have declared his love to her. To have married a girl who cared only for his money; that would have been dire enough. But to marry a girl like that! He had been lucky indeed!
Miss Milbrey had asked, at which her mother shot Percival a parting volley from her rapid-fire lorgnon, while her father turned upon him a back whose sidelines were really admirable, considering his age and feeding habits. The behaviour of these people appeared to intensify the amusement of their child.
Being reassured on this point, and satisfied that no more bears were at large, she lay down once more while Percival and the two observers returned to the drawing-room. "You love children so!" Miss Milbrey said. And never had she been so girlishly appealing to all that was strong in him as a man. The frolic with the child seemed to have blown away a fog from between them.
"Of course I'm sure; she's the widow of a Southern gentleman, Colonel Brench Wybert, from New Orleans." "Yes, the same woman. There is no doubt that you have been imposed upon. The thing to do is to drop her quick she isn't right." "In what way has my family been imposed upon, Mr. Bines?" asked the elder Milbrey, somewhat perturbed; "Mrs. Wybert is a lady of family and large means "
Wybert and mother will be waiting come along!" "What name?" "Wybert Mrs. Brench Wybert my friend what's the matter?" "We can't go; that is we can't meet her. Sis, come back a moment," he called to Psyche, and then: "I want a word with you and your father, Milbrey."
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