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For a moment Mrs. De Peyster's horror was inarticulate. Then it began to regain its power of speech. "What you throw away Ethel Quintard for a little pianist! You compare a girl like like that to Ethel Quintard!" "Compare them? Not for one little minute, mother, dear! For Mary has brains and " "Stop!" exploded Mrs. De Peyster, in majestic rage.
"We may be new cops, but we don't fall for old stuff like that. I was talkin' to Mrs. De Peyster's coachman only yesterday. He told me the housekeeper wasn't here no more. So better change your line o' dope. Where's the other one?" "Wha what other one?" "The one what come in here with you." "I'm the only person in the house," Matilda tried to declare valiantly. "Drop it!" said the officer.
If he should try to stop her and speak to her ! But Judge Harvey merely bowed, and the carriage rolled on past him. Mrs. De Peyster's heart palpitated wildly for a block. Then she began to regain her courage. Judge Harvey had, of course, thought her Matilda. A few blocks, and she had completely reassured herself. There was no danger of her discovery. None.
"Perhaps it's just as well, ma'am," Matilda began tremulously as soon as they were in the street, before Mrs. De Peyster's black storm could burst. "How much would that suite have been?" "Perhaps fifty dollars a day." "I only just now thought about it but but please, ma'am, did you happen to bring your purse?" "My purse!" Mrs. De Peyster stopped short.
De Peyster's closed house as a retreat; but when she came back from Europe, and he made her see in its proper light this gorgeous and profitable lark, she would relent and forgive him. Why, of course, she would forgive him. He was very optimistic, was Mr. Pyecroft; and the founder of his family must have been a certain pagan gentleman by the name of Pan. Mrs.
He came in the back way, through the stable. William told me about it." Mrs. De Peyster's voice became composed, severe. "I shall see what he has to say for himself." Majestically, somewhat ominously, she turned and began to mount the stairs, followed by Olivetta and Matilda.
De Peyster's impulse to take a taxicab was instantly countermanded by the fear that so near her home there was danger of recognition: and onward, onward they went, swiftly, wordlessly, their one commanding impulse to get away to get away. At Fourteenth Street they passed a policeman. Again they choked back their breath; shiveringly they felt his eyes upon them.
They camped on Lake Pharaoh for six weeks, by Mrs. De Peyster's command; and her canoe was always the first to reach the fishing-ground in the morning, and the last to leave it in the evening. Some one asked him, when he returned to the city, whether he had good luck. "Quite fair," he tossed off in a careless way; "we took over three hundred pounds."
She was moving with stately tread toward the dining-room when Matilda came hurrying up from the nether regions of the house. "Did you know, ma'am," Matilda fluttered eagerly, "that Mr. Jack is home?" "My son back!" There was vast relief in Mrs. De Peyster's voice. "When did he come?" "A few minutes ago." "Did did he say anything?" "I haven't seen him, ma'am.
Suddenly that wide mouth of his slipped up to one side, and he laughed in exultant, impish glee. "Say, isn't this the funniest ever! Beats my plan a mile. We'll make ourselves at home hang out together for the summer in Mrs. De Peyster's own house, her own house, and when we hear she's coming back we vacate and then do our little act of buying out the stores in Lady De Peyster's name.
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