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But I liked yours as soon as I read it, and I am writing to you first of all. Will you let me come and see you? I can tell you about myself much better than writing. Would tomorrow do, in the afternoon? Please telegraph yes or no to Coburg Lodge, Emilia Road, Tulse Hill. To think over this letter Mumford missed his ordinary train.
'All right, Mumford replied, studiously refraining from any hint of curiosity. So, next morning, their breakfast was served in the library. Mrs. Higgins came down at the usual hour, found the dining-room at her disposal, and ate with customary appetite, alone. Had Emmeline's experience lain among the more vigorously vulgar of her sex she would have marvelled at Mrs.
"But there never was anything nothing serious." "Oh, all right. Good-bye, then." And off he rushed. And I dare say I've seen the last of him for a time. 'Now do try to live quietly, my dear, said Emmeline. 'Go on with your music, and read a little each day 'Yes, that's just what I'm going to do, dear Mrs. Mumford. And your friends will be here to-morrow; it'll be so quiet and nice.
Stopping over night at LeBoy, in company with the president and captain of the LeBoy Club, I visit the State fish-hatchery at Mumford next morning, and ride on through the Genesee Valley, finding fair roads through the valley, though somewhat hilly and stony toward Canandaigua. Inquiring the best road to Geneva I am advised of the superiority of the one leading past the poor-house.
Of course I shouldn't dream of having anyone you didn't thoroughly like the look of. 'Do you think, asked Emmeline doubtfully, 'that we should quite do? "Well-connected family" 'My dear girl! Surely we have nothing to be ashamed of? 'Of course not, Clarence. But and "pleasant society." What about that? 'Your society is pleasant enough, I hope, answered Mumford, gracefully.
After dinner, she passed out into the garden. 'It won't do, said Mumford. 'The house is upset. I'm afraid we shall have to get rid of her. 'If she can't behave herself, I'm afraid we must. It's my fault. I ought to have known that it would never do. At half-past ten, Louise was still sitting out of doors in the dark.
If not, that disagreeable necessity must be faced. 'I had rather cut down expenses all round, said Emmeline, 'than have our home upset in this way. It isn't like home at all. Louise is a whirlwind, and the longer she stays, the worse it'll be. 'Yes, it won't do at all, Mumford assented. 'By the bye, I met Bilton to-day, and he asked after Miss Derrick. I didn't like his look or his tone at all.
The wind now springing up, the Tonquin got under way, and stood in to seek the channel; but was again deterred by the frightful aspect of the breakers, from venturing within a league. Here she hove to; and Mr. Mumford, the second mate, was despatched with four hands, in the pinnace, to sound across the channel until he should find four fathoms depth.
"Can you spot any movie shows or hot-dog wagons out there, Cap'n?" I asks. He just glares peevish and declines to answer. "What you lookin' for, anyway?" I goes on. "Nothing I care to discuss with you, I think," says he. "Bing-g-g," says I. "Right on the wrist!" And then all of a sudden Mrs. Mumford gets hipped with the idea that Rupert is sort of bein' neglected. Well, trust her.
He directed my attention to what he called the 'strong and pervasive religious look of the town, but I could not see that it looked more religious than the other hill towns with the same slope and built of the same kind of bricks. Partialities often make people see more than really exists. Uncle Mumford has been thirty years a mate on the river.
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