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"But you might go to some modest resort for the summer or or go to Europe in a more modest way." "Olivetta, you grow more absurd every moment!" exclaimed Mrs. De Peyster. "You know it has long been my custom to spend the first half of the summer in Europe, in a style befitting me, and to spend the second half in Newport. To do less would set people talking, and might endanger my position."
"You may not have noticed it, Olivetta," she continued, permitting a sigh to escape her, "but of late Jack has acted at times well, rather queerly." "Queerly! How?" "He has been far from being himself. In fact, I have observed a number of things not at all natural to a De Peyster." "Caroline! What a worry he must be to you!" "Yes. But I am hoping for the best.
"Olivetta, you should know that that is against my principles." She tried to instill proud rebuke into her voice. But just here was the pinch or one of them. To cover the excess in her expenses she had already borrowed secretly, for she would never have had it come to Judge Harvey's knowledge from her bank to the very limit of her personal credit.
"Absurd, Olivetta! Quite absurd!" quavered Mrs. De Peyster. "I dare say it is," agreed Olivetta, subsiding again into her limp misery. "Oh, why did I ever go to Paris! I hate the place!" "Don't give way; think!" commanded Mrs. De Peyster, who was in a condition not far removed from Olivetta's. "Think, Matilda!" "Yes, ma'am," said Matilda obediently. "You think, Caroline," whimpered Olivetta.
"What time does the Plutonia sail?" inquired Olivetta, with the haste of one who is trying to get off of very thin ice. "At one to-night. Matilda will get me a bit of dinner and I shall go aboard right after it." "How many times does this make that you've been over?" "I do not know," Mrs. De Peyster answered carelessly. "Thirty or forty, I dare say."
"I believe I know how to play my part," Mrs. De Peyster interrupted with dignity. Then she softened; it was her instinct to be thoughtful of those who served her. "We shall both try to get to bed early, my dear. You especially need sleep after last night's strain in getting Olivetta away. We shall have a long, restful night." Mrs.
Instead, it sank weakly down into the nearest chair. "Oh!" it moaned. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" "Who who are you?" huskily demanded Mrs. De Peyster. "Oh! Oh!" moaned the figure. "Isn't it terrible! Isn't it terrible! But I didn't mean to do it I didn't mean to do it, Caroline!" "It's not not Olivetta?" gasped Mrs. De Peyster. "It was an accident!" the figure wailed on. "I couldn't help myself.
"Perhaps it may not be quite the same," admitted Mrs. De Peyster. "But I see no reason for departing from my custom." "If not for your own sake, then then for the artist's sake!" Olivetta pursued, a little more eagerly, and a little more of diffidence in her eagerness. "You have taken up M. Dubois you have been his most distinguished patron you have been trying to get him properly started.
You cannot merely announce that you are going abroad! You are a person of importance your every move is observed. People will see that you do not sail. How will you get around that?" It sounded a poser. But Mrs. De Peyster was unruffled. "Very simply, Olivetta. You shall sail in my stead." "Me!" cried Olivetta, yet more bewildered. "Yes, you."
De Peyster, and there was a profound and motionless silence in the room, save at first for some very sincere and vigorous snuffling into the handkerchiefs of Olivetta and Matilda. As for Mrs. De Peyster, she sat below the awesome, imperturbable Mrs.
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