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Milbrey looked slightly puzzled and Uncle Peter chuckled, affirming mentally that Rulon Shepler must be like one of those tug-boats, with most of his lines under the surface. "But, I say, you know, Shepler," protested one of the solemn young men, "he must still talk like a banjo." "And gargle all his 'r's," added the other, very earnestly. "They never get over that, you know."
Little flutters of high laughter now and then told of tests that were being made with roasting chestnuts, apple-parings, the white of an egg dropped into water, or the lighted candle before an open window. Percival watched for the chance to find Miss Milbrey alone. His sister had just ventured alone with a candle into the library to study the face of her future husband in a mirror.
He signalled the driver. "Go to the other address again, in Thirty-seventh Street." Jarvis opened the door. "Yes, sir thank you, sir Miss Milbrey is in, sir. I'll see, sir." He crossed the Rubicon of a door-mat and stood in the unlighted hall. At the far end he saw light coming from a door that he knew opened into the library. Jarvis came into the light.
Still, she's going on five, and you know how time flies and so much disparity in our ages twenty-one years or so; no, she was no wife for me, although I don't mind confessing that there has been an affair between us, but really you can't imagine what a frivolous and trifling creature she is." Miss Milbrey laughed now, rather painfully he fancied. "You mean the baby? Isn't she a little dear?"
Milbrey looked perplexed but polite. "I quite agree with Avice," continued the lady. "That woman hasn't been right, Horace, and she isn't right. Young Bines knew what he was talking about. I haven't lived my years without being able to tell that after five minutes with her, clever as she is. I can read her.
The reason I write promptly is that you may not go out of the country just now. That sweet little Milbrey chit really, Avice is far too old now for ingenue parts has not only grappled the son with hooks of steel, but from remarks the good mother dropped concerning the fine qualities of her son, she means to convert the daughter's dot into Milbrey prestige, also.
"I wouldn't have said what I did to your father and brother without good reason." "I am sure of that, Mr. Bines." "Without reasons I was sure of, you know, so there could be no chance of any mistake." "Your word is enough for me, Mr. Bines." "Miss Milbrey you and I there's always been something between us something different from what is between most people.
Tea Miss Milbrey justly reckoned among the little sanities of life.
"She has money, I believe; he might indeed." "Always money!" he thought; then aloud: "If you find he means to, Miss Milbrey, do anything you can to prevent it. It wouldn't do at all, you know." "Thank you, Mr. Bines; I shall remember." "I I think that's all and I'm sorry we're not our families are not to be friends any more." She smiled rather painfully, with an obvious effort to be conventional.
They were putting on outer clothes from the store-room to protect them from the dirt and damp. Presently Percival found himself again at the bottom of the shaft. During the descent of twelve hundred feet he had reflected upon the curious and interesting fact that her name should be Milbrey.
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