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If there is no opera to-night, there will be a concert or something. Don't you remember now? I was at the telephone." He did remember, but apparently the recollection displeased. He growled. "Yes. It was that Paliser." "Well, why not? If it had not been for him, I would not have got the catamount's money and you would not have had the burgundy." But he was not to be mollified.
"You know, for a moment, I had the rare emotion of feeling and fearing that I was being eloped with." A pop interrupted. She turned to a man at her elbow. "Only half a glass, please, and fill it with water." She returned to Paliser, who was opposite. "I had been thinking of something. I had not noticed where the car was going; and all of a sudden, I found myself I did not know where. Then, houp!
At the time I was a mere chit and Margaret is little more. Now, I am not, I hope, censorious and I do not say that she had a lucky escape, but I can say she thinks so. It was such a relief that it gave her neuralgia. But the child will be up and about in no time and then you must come and dine. You got my note?" Paliser stifled a yawn.
The car veered and stopped at a restaurant that had formerly resided in Fourteenth Street, but which had moved, as the heart of Manhattan moved, and was then thinking of moving again. In the entrance were Cantillon and Ogston, agreeable young men, who stood aside for Cassy, raised their hats at Paliser, nudging each other with unfathomable good-fellowship. "A peach!" "No, a pair!"
She tried to and failed. The atmosphere of deliciousness prevented and, though she did not know the reason, she did know that she had failed and the fact instead of annoying, amused. Then, as she followed Paliser into the house, she told herself that she was an imbecile, that she did not know her own mind and, without transition, wondered how her father was taking it.
As good or as bad. It is a matter of taste. For me it was very painful. A woman should be spared such an experience. As for Margaret, while the child certainly did not understand how could she? yet, even in her innocence, she realised well that he is just what you said." It was a bit thick and Paliser began to laugh. Mrs. Austen saw that he did not believe her.
Paliser Place. It's not far now." Cassy had not bargained for that. Stories of girls decoyed, drugged, spirited away, never heard of again, sprang at her. Quite as quickly she dismissed them. But, being human, she had to find fault. "You should have told me before. That will do. Drive on." She sank back. The car leaped and she smiled. Paliser in the rôle of white-slaver!
He is his father all over again, Mrs. Austen cheerfully reflected and absently asked: "How is he?" "Lennox? I haven't an idea." "I mean your father." "In a great hurry, thank you. The war has gone to his head." "At his age? Surely " "He wants me to go," said Paliser, who had no intention of it whatever and whom subsequent events completely exempted.
These people and a dozen others formed the landed gentry a gentry otherwise landed since. But not the Paliser clan. The original Paliser was very wealthy. All told he had a thousand dollars. Montagu Paliser, the murdered man's father, had stated casually, as though offering unimportant information, that, by Gad, sir, you can't live like a gentleman on less than a thousand dollars a day.
In the former, Cassy had tried to gild the pill, yet without succeeding in disguising it. Dear Daddy: You are the best man in the world and the next best your little girl is to marry now, right away, and become Mrs. Monty Paliser. But my heart will be with you and so will Mrs. Yallum.
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