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"Mamma and her rag of a daughter are in the drawing room," explained Miss Montressor the young lady with fluffy hair who dressed in blue and could dance. "Such a joke, General! They don't approve of us! Mamma says that she shall have to take her Julie away if we remain. We are not fit associates for her. Rich, isn't it!
Nor would she let me keep Alicia's chain, but made away with it, how I knew not and little cared, for the sight of it was loathsome to me. It was many years ere I went again to Montressor Place, and I never saw the Red Room more, for Mrs. Montressor had the old wing torn down, deeming its sorrowful memories dark heritage enough for the next Montressor.
Montressor found hard to pardon, yet might so have done had not my uncle, on his last voyage to the Indies for he went often in his own vessels married and brought home a foreign bride, of whom no one knew aught save that her beauty was a thing to dazzle the day and that she was of some strange alien blood such as ran not in the blue veins of the Montressors.
Never had the swish of a woman's skirt sounded so sweet to her before. "Here's Dolly Montressor," she interrupted, "coming up to speak to us." The Sporting Club seemed to fill up that afternoon almost as soon as the doors were opened. At half-past four, people were standing two or three deep around the roulette tables.
"Certainly, certainly," Da Souza murmured, closing the door behind them as they entered the lavatory. "It is concerning these young ladies." "What! Miss Montressor and her friend?" Trent remarked thrusting his head into the cold water. "Phew!" "Exactly! Two very charming young ladies, my dear friend, very charming indeed, but a little don't you fancy just a little fast!"
After the New Year I went home, but ere long Mrs. Montressor sent for me again, saying that the house was lonely without little Beatrice. So I went again and found all unchanged, though the Place was very quiet, and Alicia went out but little from the Red Room.
It was a well-cut tweed coat; and the trousers still showed signs of having flattened themselves beneath the compelling goose. But, conscientiously, I must warn the milliner's apprentice who reads this, expecting a Reginald Montressor in straits, to peruse no further.
Montressor came sweeping down the hall in haste and, catching me by the arm, pulled me back as roughly as if it had been Bluebeard's chamber itself into which I was venturing. Then, seeing my face, which I doubt not was startled enough, she seemed to repent of her haste and patted me gently on the head. "There, there, little Beatrice! Did I frighten you, child?
Montressor, and saw to it that I did not read too many fairy tales or sit up later at nights than became my years. But it was not for fairy tales and sugarplums nor yet for petting that I rejoiced to be at the Place at that time. Though I spoke not of it to anyone, I had a great longing to see my Uncle Hugh's wife, concerning whom I had heard much, both good and bad.
Then, by common consent, he was invited to become a member of the band. He consented, presenting for enrollment the prodigious name of "Captain Montressor." This name was immediately overruled by the band, and "Piggy" substituted as a compliment to the awful and insatiate appetite of its owner. Thus did the Texas border receive the most spectacular brigand that ever rode its chaparral.
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