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Since he had spoken, though, and she had refused him, Mrs. Pasmer instantly saw all the pleasant things that would have followed in another event. "Refused him?" she repeated provisionally, while she gathered herself for a full exploration of all the facts. "Yes, mamma; and I can't talk about it. I wish never to hear his name again, or to see him, or to speak to him."
She examined the texture of the carpet more critically, and the curtains; she had no shame about a curiosity that made her daughter shrink. "Don't, mamma!" pleaded the girl. "What if they should come?" "They won't come," said Mrs. Pasmer; and her notice being called to Alice, she made her take off the ribbon. "You're better without it."
Pasmer's artfulness which everybody had, and partly from the allegiance which we pay and women especially like to pay to the tradition of the playwrights and the novelists, that social results of all kinds are the work of deep, and more or less darkling, design on the part of other women such other women as Mrs. Pasmer. Mrs.
We owe ever so much to your kindness." "Oh, not at all," said Mavering. "But we were talking afterward, Alice and I, about the sudden transformation of all that disheveled crew around the Tree into the imposing swells may I say howling swells? "Yes, do say 'howling, Mrs. Pasmer!" implored the young man. " whom we met afterward at the spread," she concluded. "How did you manage it all? Mr.
Saintsbury kept up a full flow of talk with the elder Mavering, which Mrs. Pasmer did her best to overhear, for it related largely to his son, whom, it seemed, from the father's expressions, the Saintsburys had been especially kind to. "No, I assure you," Mrs. Pasmer heard her protest, "Mr. Saintsbury has, been very much interested in him. I hope he has not put any troublesome ideas into his head.
The young couple drove at once to the station, where they were to take the train for New York, and wait there a day or two for Mrs. and Mr. Pasmer before they all sailed. As they drove along, Alice held Dan's wrist in the cold clutch of her trembling little ungloved hand, on which her wedding ring shone. "O dearest! let us be good!" she said. "I will try my best.
Pasmer, with a disappointment for which Munt tried to console her. "I've never even been at their place. He asked me once a great while ago; but you know how those things are. I've heard that she used to be very pretty and very gay. They went about a great deal, to Saratoga and Cape May and such places rather out of our beat." "And now?" "And now she's been an invalid for a great many years.
"What an exemplary son!" said Mrs. Pasmer. "Yes, I suppose they will." "I supposed it would be enough if I wrote, but Alice thinks I'd better report in person." "I think you had, indeed! And it will be a good thing for you both to have the time for clarifying your ideas. Did she tell you she had been at matins this morning?" A light of laughter trembled in Mrs.
"Am I walking too fast for you, Miss Pasmer?" "No; I like to walk fast." "But wouldn't you like to sit down? On this wayside log, for example?" He pointed it out with his stick. "It seems to invite repose, and I know you must be tired." "I'm not tired." "Ah, that shows that you didn't lie awake grieving over your follies all night. I hope you rested well, Miss Pasmer." She said nothing.
Pasmer and Eunice Mavering, Alice and her mother returned the formal visit of Dan's people. While Alice stood before the mirror in one of the sumptuously furnished rooms assigned them, arranging a ribbon for the effect upon Dan's mother after dinner, and regarding its relation to her serious beauty, Mrs.
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