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She hadn't lived with him for some time then, though Coplen says they was lawful man and wife, so I guess maybe she was glad when he got it good in the chest-place " Fred Milbrey came out of the hotel office. "No mail," he said. "Come, let's be getting along. Finish your letter on the way, Bines." "I've just finished," said Percival, glancing down the last sheet.
"Good-bye, Miss Milbrey. Don't let me detain you. Sorry I shall not see you again." She gave him her hand uncertainly, as if she had still something to say, but could find no words for it. "Good-bye, Mr. Bines." "Good-bye, young man," Shepler shook hands with him cordially, "and the best of luck to you out there. I shall hope to hear good reports from you.
I'll wager that's a Rue de la Paix idea of mourning for one's dead husband. And she confides her grief to the world with such charming discretion. Half the New York women can't hold their skirts up as daintily as she does it. I dare say, now, her tears could be dried? by the right comforter?" Milbrey looked important.
You know that Milbrey girl must get her effrontery direct from where they make it. She pretended that at first she took young Bines for what we all took him, an employee of the mine. You can almost catch them winking at each other, when she tells it, and dear mamma with such beautiful resignation, says, "My Avice is so impulsively democratic."
Passing through the crowded, brightly-lighted rooms to one of the faro tables, where his host promptly secured a seat for him, he played meditatively until one o'clock; adding materially to his host's reasons for believing he had done wisely to follow his New York clients to their summer annex. Horace Milbrey Upholds the Dignity of His House
What a glorious double stroke it would be, after all their years of trying. However, with your title, even in prospective, Fred Milbrey is no rival for you to fear, providing you are on the ground as soon as he, which is why I wish you to stay in New York. I am indeed gratified that you have broken off whatever affair there may have been between you and that music-hall person.
"Rot the luck!" said Mauburn; "I'm slated to take Mrs. Drelmer and Miss Bines to a musicale at the Van Lorrecks, where I'm certain to fall asleep trying to look as if I quite liked it, you know." "You come," Milbrey urged Percival. "My sister's there and the governor and mother." But for the moment Percival was reflecting, going over in his mind the recent homily of Higbee.
The cold-blooded, calculating sybarite in his lighter moments, but a man whose values as a son-in-law were so ideally superb that the Milbrey ambition had never vaulted high enough even to overlook them for one daring moment! Shepler, whom he had known so long and so intimately, with never the audacious thought of a union so stupendously glorious! "Margaret, you're jesting!" Mrs.
Behind him appeared Miss Milbrey in the doorway. "Miss Milbrey says will you enter the library, Mr. Bines?" Some Rude Behaviour, of Which Only a Western Man Could Be Guilty He walked quickly back. At the doorway she gave him her hand, which he took in silence. "Why Mr. Bines! you wouldn't have surprised me last night. To-night I pictured you on your way West." Her gown was of dull blue dimity.
You shall take me in for that." "I'll have to give you a credit-slip, ma'am. You've overpaid me." And Mrs. Oldaker, with a coy fillip of her fan, called him a naughty boy. "Here, Rulon," she called to Shepler, "are two young daredevils who've been good enough to save me as many empty chairs. Now you shall take out Cornelia, and this juvenile sprig shall relieve you of Avice Milbrey.
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