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"Oh, I don't know. Who'll look after you when you're married? Oh, I forgot Ma'am Pasmer!" "I guess we shall be able to look after ourselves," said Dan; a little sulkily. "Yes, if you'll be allowed to," insinuated his sister. They spoke at the end of a talk in which he had fretted at the reticence of both his sister and his father concerning the Pasmers, whom they had just been to see.
Brinkley had told her husband, with the necessity her sex has for putting its superlatives before its positives; but she was pale and thin, and she moved with a languid step when they all met at night after Mrs. Brinkley had kept out of the Pasmers' way during the day. "She has been ill all the latter part of the winter," said Mrs. Pasmer to Mrs.
Brinkley felt bound, of course, since there was no open enmity between them, to meet the Pasmers on the neutral ground of the Hygeia with conventional amiability. She was really touched by the absent wanness of the girls look, and by the later-coming recognition which shaped her mouth into a pathetic snide. Alice did not look like death quite, as Mrs.
Mrs. Brinkley looked at him for an instant as if she really thought him capable of it. Then she joined him in his laugh. Mrs. Brinkley had theorised Alice Pasmer as simply and primitively selfish, like the rest of the Pasmers in whom the family traits prevailed.
Brinkley came to breakfast feeling so much more haggard than she found either of the Pasmers looking, that she was able to throw off her lingering remorse for having told Mavering not to come.
She continued to talk on with Dan, who grew more and more at ease, and did most of the talking, while Mrs. Brinkley's whole being narrowed itself to the question. Would the Pasmers come back that way, or would they go round the further corner, and get into the hotel by another door? The suspense seemed interminable; they must have already gone that other way.
They debated the character of the embassy which was to be sent down to Boston on their behalf, and it was decided that Eunice had better go with her father, as representing more fully the age and respectability of the family: at first glance the Pasmers would take her for Dan's mother, and this would be a tremendous advantage.
I found their P. P. C.'s by my plate." Mr. Brinkley made an inarticulate noise for comment, and assumed the contemptuous sneer which some men find convenient for shaving the lower lip. "And guess who's come, of all people in the world?" "I don't know," said Brinkley, seizing his chance to speak. "The Pasmers! Alice and her mother! Isn't it awful?" Mr.
"Going to be a yacht race? Better have some breakfast. Or better not here. Flies under your bacon." "Rough on the flies," said Boardman, snapping the bell which summoned the spectre in the black jersey, and he sat down. "What are you doing in Portland?" Mavering told him, and then Boardman asked him how he had left the Pasmers.
Though the Pasmers said that they ought to go home for Alice's sake, they both understood that they were going home experimentally, and not with the intention of laying their bones in their native soil, unless they liked it, or found they could afford it. Mrs. Pasmer had no illusions in regard to it.
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