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And she limply pitched sidewise in her chair. "Mees Harmon Olivetta!" exclaimed M. Dubois. He sprang forward, knelt at her side and supported her wilted figure against his bosom. Upon this poultice to her troubles Olivetta relaxed and sobbed unrestrainedly. And no one, particularly Mrs. De Peyster, paid the least heed to this little episode.
De Peyster in stern reproof, "you are well enough acquainted with my invariable custom regarding reporters to have acted without referring this matter to me. It is a distinct annoyance," she added, "that one cannot make a single move without the newspapers following one!" "Indeed it is!" echoed the worshipful and indignant Olivetta. "But that is because of your position."
But I have advised with Judge Harvey, and he has a firm of private detectives on the case." "And they have clues?" "They have nothing, as you just heard Miss Gardner report." "Cousin Caroline! With all these these thugs and hold-up men we read about and all the accidents " "Olivetta! Don't!" And then in a more composed voice: "I am hoping it is merely some boyish prank.
But now its significance to another person shivered through that her being. Poor poor Olivetta! For Olivetta, of course, it was. Mrs.
Then suddenly she knew: the man below was M. Dubois, whom Olivetta, at her desire, had with unwilling but obedient frostiness sent about his business. She had known that Jack had taken up with M. Dubois at the time the artist was doing her portrait; but she had not known that Jack was so intimate as the artist's being admitted to Jack's secret seemed to indicate.
So ending, Olivetta, as though her bones had melted, subsided into a gelatinous heap of dejection, dabbing her crimson eyes with a handkerchief already saturated with liquid woe. "It's a relief to know it wasn't you," said Mrs. De Peyster. "I'm sure it's kind of you to say so," snuffled Olivetta gratefully. "But, aside from your being safe, our situation is unchanged," said Mrs.
But at sight of the trembling turnkey the invading party suddenly halted, and Jack's stern jaw relaxed and almost dropped from its sockets. "Matilda!" he exclaimed. And from behind him, like a triplicate echo, sounded the others' "Matilda!" "Good good-morning, Mr. Jack," quavered Matilda, locking the door again. Then the four sighted Olivetta. "What, you, Olivetta!"
And Matilda pointed above the fireplace to a gold-framed likeness of Mrs. De Peyster stately, aloof, remote, of an ineffable composure, a masterpiece of blue-bloodedness. "You know my invariable custom; give him my invariable answer," was Mrs. De Peyster's crisp response. "Pardon me, but but, Cousin Caroline," put in Olivetta, with eager diffidence, "don't you think this is different?"
He came in the back way, through the stable. William told me about it." Mrs. De Peyster's voice became composed, severe. "I shall see what he has to say for himself." Majestically, somewhat ominously, she turned and began to mount the stairs, followed by Olivetta and Matilda.
Of course, it may only be some wild escapade, but then he knew we were going on shipboard this evening, and he should have been home long before this." "How terrible!" cried the sympathetic Olivetta, pushing into place a few of the inconstant hairpins that threatened to bestrew the floor. "Went a week ago!"
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