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Mayfair, "you really must tell us what's up!" Judge Harvey and Jack and Mary regarded each other in blank desperation; Mrs. De Peyster and Olivetta and Matilda were merely different varieties of jellied helplessness. "Judge Harvey," Mr. Mayfair called again, "we simply must insist!" "Caroline," falteringly whispered Judge Harvey, "I don't see what we " "Pardon me," whispered Mr.
But she's so pretty, and she's just the sort of girl who attracts men and and" a bit wistfully "gets engaged and gets married." "Nonsense, Olivetta. When she first came to me I asked her if she were in love or engaged. She said she was not, and I told her my rules. She is a very sensible girl." "At any rate, she must be a great relief after that Marie you had." Mrs.
"What a stack of empty tin cans I kicked into in the bathroom! What the deuce has been going on here?" Mrs. De Peyster looked weakly, hopelessly, at Olivetta. "There's no use trying to keep it up any longer. We we might as well confess. You tell them, Olivetta." But Olivetta protested into her dripping handkerchief that she never, never could. So it fell to Mrs.
"Of course, ma'am." Thus praised and seconded, Mrs. De Peyster resumed some faint shadow of her accustomed dignity. "Very well, then. You must both leave here this instant." Olivetta threw her arms about her cousin's neck. "Good-bye, Caroline," she quavered. "You really have no hard feelings against me?" "No, none. You must go!" said Mrs. De Peyster.
"Miss Harmon," he whispered rapidly, "did you obey Mrs. De Peyster's instructions on your voyage home? About keeping to your stateroom about keeping yourself veiled, and all the rest?" "Yes," said Olivetta. "And Mrs. De Peyster's trunks, where are they?" "At the Cunard pier," "What name did you sail under?" "Miss Harriman." In the same instant Mr.
"I'm sure, with you in charge, it's all going to come out right!" said the clinging Olivetta hopefully. "You must really go!" And Mrs. De Peyster pressed her and Matilda toward the door. But midway to the door the trio halted suddenly. Coming up the stairway was the sound of hurried feet of many pairs of feet. The footsteps came through the hall. The trio did not breathe.
He bowed. And the next moment the place where he had stood was vacant. "Of of all the effrontery!" exploded Mrs. De Peyster. "Isn't it terrible!" shudderingly gasped the sympathetic Olivetta. "I hope they won't really drag in that horrible Duke de Crécy!" Mrs. De Peyster shuddered, too. The episode of the Duke de Crécy was still salt in an unhealed social wound.
De Peyster rose up and clutched Matilda's arm, and stood in rigid terror. "Tha that key?" chattered Matilda. "Can can it fit?" "There were only two keys," breathed Mrs. De Peyster. "Mine here, and the one I gave to Olivetta." "Then it can't fit, since Miss Olivetta's " But the key gave Matilda the lie direct by slipping into the lock.
De Peyster, followed by Olivetta and Matilda. There was a lofty sternness in Mrs. De Peyster's manner. "Miss Gardner, I believe I heard you speaking with a man." "You did." Miss Gardner was stiff, proudly erect, for she sensed what might be coming. "Where is he?" "He went out through the window," said Miss Gardner. "Ah, he did not want me to find out about you.
"By the by, my dear, your comb is on the floor." "So it is. It's always falling out." Olivetta picked it up, put it into place, and with nervous hands tried to press into order loose-flying locks of her rather scanty hair. Mrs. De Peyster arose; her worry about her missing son prompted her to seek the relief of movement.
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