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"Oh yes! my heart was in my mouth when you bore down upon him, Mr. Mavering. It was a beautiful instance of filial devotion." "Well, do sit down now, Mrs. Pasmer, and take it comfortably," said the young fellow; and he got her one of the many empty chairs, and would not give her the things, which he put in another, till she sat down and let him spread a napkin over her lap.
His father began very severely, but when he ended with this recognition of what they had all blinked till then, they laughed together. "My pillow isn't dry yet, with the tears I shed for you, Dan," said Minnie demurely. "I shall have to countermand my mourning," said Eunice, "and wear louder colours than ever. Unless," she added, "Miss Pasmer changes her mind again."
Pasmer, whose easy triumphs in so many difficult circumstances kept her nearly always in good temper, let herself go, at these words, in vexation very uncommon with her. "Indeed I shall not!" she retorted. "And you will please sit down here and tell me what you mean by dismissing Mr. Mavering. I'm tired of your whims and caprices." "I can't talk," began the girl stubbornly.
Brinkley, finding such opportunities for conversation as he could. "I dare say Mrs. Pasmer would be very glad to see him." "I've no doubt she would," said Mrs. Brinkley. "But it's the worst thing that could happen for him. And I feel like writing him not to come telegraphing him."
I feel as if we'd ordered the weather, with the rest of the things, and I had some credit for it as host. Do make it a little compliment, Miss Pasmer; I assure you I'll be very modest about it." "Ah, I think it's fully up to the occasion," said the girl, catching the spirit of his amiable satisfaction. "Is it the usual Class Day weather?"
Then, while she regarded the chemical struggle in the bulb, with the rapt eye of a magician reading fate in his crystal ball, she questioned herself how much she should know, and how much she should ignore. It was a great moment for Mrs. Pasmer, full of delicious choice. "Do you understand this process, Mr. Mavering?" she said, glancing up at him warily for farther instruction.
He had to learn later from his wife's more elicit fury what the women had all known instantly. He showed his usefulness in gathering Alice up and getting her to her mother's room. "Oh, Mrs. Brinkley," implored Mrs. Pasmer, following her to the door, "is Mr. Mavering coming here?" "I don't know I can't say I haven't read the letter yet." "Oh, do let me know when you've read it, won't you?
Pasmer said that they had always kept up their Paris habit of a light breakfast, even in London, where it was not so easy to follow foreign customs as it was in America. She was afraid he might find it too light. Then he told all about his morning's adventure, ending with his breakfast at the Providence Depot. Mrs.
"Then you want him to come to lunch?" asked her mother. "I should advise him to refuse." "I don't think he'd accept," said Alice. Then, as Mrs. Pasmer stood in the door, preventing her egress, as Dan had done before, she asked meekly "Will you let me pass, mamma? My head aches." Mrs.
Pasmer was alone at the table, and explained that Alice's father never breakfasted with them, or very seldom. "Where are your flowers?" she asked Alice. "Flowers? What flowers?" "That Mr. Mavering brought." They all looked at one another. Dan ran out and brought in his roses. "They were trying to get away in the excitement, I guess, Mrs. Pasmer; I found them behind the door."
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