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And so she was that afraid of losin' her fine yellow hair afterward, knowin' Father McNally was a man that didn't make no idle threats, that she kept prim and proper fur a half-breed." "That poor creature had countless sisters," was Miss Milbrey's comment to Percival.
Miss Milbrey's way, at any rate, with the man she had decided to marry, would undoubtedly have made more work for the unnamed Boswells of the king, could it have been brought to his notice. For, as she journeyed to the meeting-place on a bright October afternoon, she confessed to herself that it was of a depth beyond her own fathoming.
Percival never could remember who had sat at his left; and Miss Milbrey's right-hand neighbour saw more than the winning line of her profile but twice. Percival began "Do you know, I've never been able to classify you at all. I never could tell how to take you." "I'll tell you a secret, Mr. Bines; I think I'm not to be taken at all.
They're winged dollars like all their mates, and most of them, I'm sorry to say, have already flown to places where they'd long been expected." Mrs. Milbrey's sensation was no longer to be repressed. She had toyed with the situation sufficiently. Her husband was now skilfully dissecting the devilled thighs of an immature chicken.
"Take it at once, and tell her I shall be up to see her presently." Jarvis vanished. "I think I see a way to put pressure on her, that is if the morning hasn't already brought her back to her senses." At four o'clock that afternoon, Avice Milbrey's ring brought Mrs. Van Geist's butler to the door. "Sandon, is Aunt Cornelia at home?"
Milbrey's burning eyes beheld him reach out for another slice of the cold, terrible mutton. "Life," said Milbrey, as he inflated his brandy from the siphon, "is an empty dream this morning." "Wake up then, old chap!" Mauburn cordially urged, engaging the game pie in deadly conflict; "try a rasher; nothing like it; better'n peggin' it so early.
Higbee, "are you telling Mr. Bines about our Henry and that Milbrey girl?" "Yep," answered Higbee, "I told him." "About what girl? what was her name?" asked Percival, in a lower tone. "Milbrey's that family's name Horace Milbrey " "Why," Percival interrupted, somewhat awkwardly, "I know the family the young lady we met the family out in Montana a few weeks ago."
But the luncheon hour came and people straggled back, and the afternoon began, and the request for Miss Milbrey's heart and hand was still unaccountably deferred. Nor could she feel any of those subtle premonitions that usually warn a woman when the event is preparing in a lover's secret heart.
She had blazed into young Milbrey's darkness one night in the palm-room of the Hightower Hotel, escorted by a pleased and beefy youth of his acquaintance, who later told him of their meeting at the American Embassy in Paris, and who unsuspectingly presented him. Since their meeting the young man had been her abject cavalier. The elder Milbrey, too, had met her at his son's suggestion.
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