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"That's what! Uncle Peter." Toward the upper end of the East Drive they passed a victoria in which were Miss Milbrey and her mother with Rulon Shepler. The men raised their hats. Miss Milbrey flashed the blue of her eyes to them and pointed down her chin in the least bit of a bow. Mrs. Milbrey stared. "Wa'n't that Shepler?" "Yes, Shepler and the Milbreys.
He followed the maid dutifully out through the hall to the door of the bedroom, and entered on all-fours with what they two had agreed was the growl of a famished bear. The familiar performance was viewed by the mother and by Miss Milbrey, whom the mother had urged to follow.
"Sure enough they were in Chicago and had dinner with us on their way out." "I remember Mr. Milbrey spoke of what fine claret you gave him." "Yes, and I wasn't stingy with ice, either, the way those New York people always are. Why, at that fellow's house he gives you that claret wine as warm as soup.
"Yes, indeed, 'dear you. And another thing, I want you to forestall that Milbrey youth, and you may be sure he's no farther away than Tuxedo or Meadowbrook. Now, they arrived yesterday; they'll be unpacking to-day and settling to-morrow; I'll call the day after, and you shall be with me." "And you forget that that devil suppose she's as good as her threat?" "Absurd! how could she be?"
Others there are, thank God, who can look into a man's heart and prize him for what he is not condemn him for his mere superficial blemishes." "And I just know you've got in with a fast set. I met Mr. Milbrey yesterday in the corridor " "Did he tell you how to make a lovely asparagus short-cake or something?"
The young man took the hand so cordially offered, and because of all the things he wished and had so long waited to say, he said nothing. "Isn't it jolly! I am Miss Milbrey," she added in a lower tone, and then, raising her voice, "Mamma, Mr. Bines and papa," and there followed a hurried and but half-acknowledged introduction to the other members of the party.
He observed Shepler strolling toward them. "I shall be staying with Aunt Cornelia a few days after to-morrow." Shepler came up. "And I shall be leaving to-morrow, Miss Milbrey." "Ah, Bines, glad to see you!" The accepted lover looked Miss Milbrey over with rather a complacent air with the unruffled confidence of assured possession.
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."
"It's all right, dad I understand " "Nor can we know any one who receives her." "Really, sir," began the elder Milbrey, "your effrontery in assuming to dictate the visiting list of my family is overwhelming." "If you won't take my word I shall have to dictate so far as I have any personal control over it." "Don't mind him, dad I know all about it, I tell you I'll explain later to you."
Percival waxed conscientious about his charge and insisted at once upon being assured that Miss Milbrey would be warm enough with the scarlet golf-cape about her shoulders; that she was used to walking long distances; that her boots were stoutly soled; and that she didn't mind the sun in their faces. The girl laughed at him.
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