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She had long since marked Kirk down as a malcontent, and she now labelled the absent Mamie as a snake in the grass who had feigned submission to her rule, while meditating all the time the theft of the child and the elopement with Kirk. She had placed the same construction on Mamie's departure with Kirk as had Mr. Penway, showing that it is not only great minds that think alike.
I dare say I could make something of you. I can see at a glance that you eat, drink, and smoke too much. You could not hold out your hand now, at this minute, without it trembling." "I could," said Mr. Penway indignantly. He held it out, and it quivered like a tuning-fork. "There!" said Mrs. Porter calmly. "What do you expect?
Penway felt it incumbent upon him to speak again. "Dear old Kirk," he mumbled. "Nothing of the kind," said Mrs. Porter sharply. "Mr. Winfield is a scoundrel of the worst type, and if you are as intimate a friend of his as your words imply, it does not argue well for your respectability." Mr. Penway opened his mouth feebly and closed it again.
Having closed it, he reopened it and allowed it to remain ajar, as it were. It was his idea of being conciliatory. "Tell me." Mr. Penway started violently. "Tell me, when did you last see Mr. Winfield?" "We went to Long Beach together this afternoon." "In an automobile?" "Yes." "Ah! Were you here when Mr. Winfield left again?" For the life of him Mr. Penway had not the courage to say no.
Penway, feeling pretty comfortable where he was, abandoned his idea of going out for a stroll along Broadway and settled himself to pass the next few hours in Kirk's armchair. Mr. Penway's first feeling when the bell rang, rousing him from his peaceful musings, was one of mild vexation. A few minutes later, when Mrs.
Whatever it was, he seized upon it and put into it all the talent he possessed. And thanks to the indefatigable coaching of Robert Dwight Penway, a certain merit was beginning to creep into his work. His drawing was growing firmer. He no longer shirked difficulties. Mr. Penway was good enough to approve of his progress.
He was looking brown and healthy. He was in his shirt-sleeves. "Oh, Mr. Winfield. I'm in such trouble." "Why, Mamie! What's the matter? Come in." Mamie followed him into the studio, eluding Mr. Penway, whose arm was hovering in the neighbourhood of her waist. "Sit down," said Kirk. "What's the trouble? Have you been trying to get at me before? We've been down to Long Beach."
Fortified by the Bourbon, he set himself resolutely to the task of lying whole-heartedly on behalf of his absent friend. "No," he said firmly. "No!" exclaimed Mrs. Porter. "No," repeated Mr. Penway with iron resolution. "No young woman. No young woman whatsoever. I noticed it particularly, because I thought it strange, don't you know what I mean is, don't you know, strange there shouldn't be!"
He was a grown man looking at the follies of his youth. "Burn them!" said Mr. Penway, lighting a cigar with the air of one restoring his tissues after a strenuous ordeal. "Burn the lot. They're awful. Darned amateur nightmares. They offend the eye. Cast them into a burning fiery furnace." Kirk nodded. The criticism was just. It erred, if at all, on the side of mildness.
"Bob," said Kirk, "you'll have to get on without me for a day or two. Make yourself at home. You know where everything is." "I can satisfy my simple needs. Thinking of going away?" "I've got to go up to Connecticut. I don't know how long I shall be away." "Take your time," said Mr. Penway affably. "Going in the auto?" "Yes." "The weather is very pleasant for automobiling just now," remarked Mr.
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