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Wayland clapped noiselessly. "Good for auntie!" he whispered to Charlotte. "I really don't remember Marion's saying she was a cousin of Miss Carpenter," said Alex. "Perhaps we jumped to the conclusion." Mrs. Millard's lips were parted to reply when an exclamation from Miss Virginia caused all eyes to turn toward the door.
Hiding them here that he may dig them up at some later date?" Benson chuckled noiselessly. "If that's Millard's game I reckon some one else will do some digging over yonder before he pays this place a second visit!" Ah, the noise had stopped, at last. Now, Millard came out of the thicket. "He hasn't that bundle he brought up here!" throbbed Jack Benson.
Its handle was sticking out from under a mass of dead brush. Jack Benson drew out the implement, brandishing it. "Hal had the good sense to shadow that chap away," decided the young skipper. "Otherwise, he'd have been here by this time. Good haul rascal and records in the same night. For, if Hal goes on Millard's trail, then Millard is pretty sure to be a prisoner before the night is over.
She was manifestly shaken by this declaration of independence, but she was committed to her older sister. It was too late to change her plans. She ventured one parting injunction. "Pray, Virginia, do not patronize the shop. Let me beg of you, if you have any regard for me." In Mrs. Millard's sudden departure the Terrace naturally felt an interest.
Millard's property or social position, I suppose. These are what you have talked to me about this evening. They are not bad things to have, perhaps, but, if they were all, I could give them up trample them under foot, and be glad." "Don't be provoked with me, Phillida dear. Indeed, I hardly realized what I said yesterday.
But by way of facilitating the start, Millard held out to Philip a bronze tray containing some cigars. "No, thank you, Charley. I don't feel like smoking." To Millard's mind nothing could have been more ominous than for Philip Gouverneur to refuse to smoke. "I suppose I might as well begin at once," said Philip. "If I wait I never shall get the courage to say what I want to say.
The ceremony took place, as usual, in the Baptist church, and Undine, all in white, with a red rose in her breast, sat just beneath the platform, with Indiana jealously glaring at her from a less privileged seat, and poor Millard's long neck craning over the row of prominent citizens behind the orator.
"You are wet, Charley; sit nearer the register," said Phillida, when she saw how the rain had beaten upon his trousers and how recklessly he had plunged his patent-leather shoes into the street puddles. This little attention to his comfort softened Millard's mood, but it was impossible long to keep back the torrent of feeling. Phillida was alarmed at his ominous abstraction.
But as the first great reverse of Millard's life was in a matter of dress and etiquette, the innate force of his nature sent him by mere rebound in the direction of a man of fashion that is to say, an artist not in words or pigments, but in dress and manners. It is the first step that costs, say the French, and Millard made those false starts that are inevitable at the outset of every career.
One of the talents that contributed to Millard's success was a knack of taking accomplishments quickly. Whether it was fencing, or boxing, or polo that was the temporary vogue; whether it was dancing, or speaking society French, he held his own with the best. In riding he was easily superior to the riding-school cavaliers, having the advantage of familiarity with a horse's back from the time he had bestrode the plow-horses on their way to water. Though he found time in his first years in New York for only one little run in Europe, he always had the air of a traveled man, so quickly did he absorb information, imitate fashions, and get rid of provincial manners and prejudices. His friends never knew where he learned anything. When a Frenchman of title was basking in New York drawing-rooms it was found that Millard was equal to a tête-
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