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Millard's response, nor did she manifest any desire for enlightenment. Miss Virginia felt that her conduct that afternoon was embraced in her sister's remark, and that it would be quite hopeless to try to explain. Mrs. Millard's irritation was not long in bearing fruit. On the hall table lay a card, and pausing on her way upstairs she examined it through her jewelled lorgnette.
Here we get the trip to Washington, while Lieutenant Ridder will have only the fun of going out to the cliff above Cobtown to-morrow to have a look at what is left of Millard's mine." Their train brought the submarine boys into Washington just before seven in the morning. There was time for a good breakfast.
When the note came into Millard's hands he did not know what to do. His commission did not extend to opening a missive addressed to Mrs. Hilbrough. The first impulse was to dispatch Robert with the note to Mrs. Hilbrough. Then Millard remembered Mr. Hilbrough's apprehension of diphtheria, and that Robert had come from the infected house. He would send Mrs. Callender's note by a messenger.
The advancement carried with it an increase of dignity, influence, and salary, which was rather gratifying to a man at Millard's time of life. It would have proved a great addition to his happiness if he could only have gone to Phillida and received her congratulations and based a settlement of his domestic affairs upon his new circumstances.
This action of Phillida's was a solace to Millard's pride. But one grain of sugar will not perceptibly sweeten the bitterness of a decoction of gentian, and this overflow into uptown circles of Phillida's reputation as a faith-doctor made the matter extremely humiliating. When Mrs. Hilbrough had finished her recital Millard sat a minute absorbed in thought.
"Yes, I do, under the circumstances. In return I'll tell you something worth your listening to, if you'll only cool off enough to hear it." Millard's curiosity was excited by this, but he made no reply; he only sat still with Philip's eyes fixed upon him. "Phillida loves you," said Philip.
"Nothing; only I am wondering where I have seen that handwriting before." His constant enthusiasm and refreshing observations were a tonic to Hillard. At the hotel in Naples they found a batch of mail. There was a letter which held particular interest to Merrihew. It was from the consul at Rome, a reply to Millard's inquiries regarding the American Comic Opera Company.
It was through this that Jack discovered what he had not known before namely, that his wrists, besides being bound behind his back, were also lashed fast to something in the flooring. There was a queer little choke in Millard's breathing as he went out of the room and returned with a bushel basket of shavings. These he dumped on the floor, close to a wall. Then, again, he went out.
Then he realized that some one was looking into the room. Then a voice spoke. It was Millard's, though scarcely recognizable on account of its huskiness. "It's a fearful thing to do, Benson, but but I can't help it! If you only knew what it means to me to win!" Then followed a moment of utter silence. Jack could hear his own heart beating, as he fancied he could hear that of his persecutor.
Gunstone was hopeful, but that Phillida seemed pretty ill. The next morning Millard's card with "Kind inquiries" was sent in, and the reply was returned that Phillida was no worse. Her mother showed her the card, and Phillida looked at it for half a minute and then wearily put it away. An hour later Robert appeared at the door with a bunch of callas, to which Mrs. Hilbrough's card was attached.
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