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His eyes were dancing with what seemed the inextinguishable gayety of his temperament, rather than any present occasion, and his smile carried his little mustache well away from his handsome teeth. "Private?" "Come in, come in!" Minver called to him. "Thought you were in Japan?" "My dear fellow," Halson answered, "you must brush up your contemporary history.
"Do you mean " we began simultaneously. "That be built the whole thing from the ground up, with the start that we had given him. Why, you poor things! Who could have told him how it all happened? Braybridge? Or the girl? As Wanhope began by saying, people don't speak of their love-making, even when they distinctly remember it." "Yes, but see here, Minver!" Rulledge said with a dazed look.
He had a joy he could not account for by anything in their lives, and it made her tremble." "Probably it didn't. I don't think there was anything that could make Mrs. Ormond tremble, unless it was the chance that Ormond would get the last word," said Minver.
Minver burst into a scream, and Rulledge looked red and silly for having given himself away; but he made an excursion to the buffet outside, and returned with a sandwich with which he supported himself stolidly under Minver's derision, until Wanhope came to his relief by resuming his story, or rather his study, of Alford's strange experience. Mrs.
"Go ahead," Rulledge commanded, "and do the best you can." "I'm not sure," the psychologist thoughtfully said, "that I am quite satisfied to call Ormond's experiences hallucinations. There ought to be some other word that doesn't accuse his sanity in that degree. For he apparently didn't show any other signs of an unsound mind." "None that Mrs. Ormond would call so," Minver suggested.
The sum of her impressions was that Braybridge and Miss Hazelwood were getting a kind of comfort out of their mutual terror because one was as badly frightened as the other. It was a novel experience for both. Ever seen her?" We others looked at each other. Minver said: "I never wanted to paint any one so much. It was at the spring show of the American Artists.
We had such a jolly talk that I let the car carry me a block by and had to get out at Gloucester and run back to Exeter. I rang, and, when the maid came to the door, there I stood with nothing but the Mayflowers in my hand." "Good coup de théâtre," Minver jeered. "Curtain?" His brother disdained reply, or was too much absorbed in his tale to think of any.
I asked. "Perhaps it's only the pathologists again," said Minver. "The alienists, rather more specifically," said Wanhope. "They recognize it as one of the beginnings of insanit folie des grandeurs as the French call the stage." "Is it necessarily that?" Rulledge demanded, with a resentment which we felt so droll in him that we laughed. "I don't know that it is," said Wanhope.
As he talked on, with scarcely an interruption either from the eager credulity of Rulledge or the doubt of Minver, I heard with a sensuous comfort I can use no other word the far-off click of the dishes in the club kitchen, putting away till next day, with the musical murmur of a smitten glass or the jingle of a dropped spoon.
"Do you suppose she always knows it first?" Rulledge asked. "You may be sure," Minver answered for Wanhope, "that if she didn't know it, he never would." Then Wanhope answered for himself: "I think that generally she sees it coming.
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