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But even that will be bad enough, if he misses the boat." "Yes, I see. You told me about arranging with Mrs. Quintard also to sail on the Plutonia." "I had counted on the trip Jack and Ethel being thrown together, you know." "Indeed, it was very clever of you!" "I am hoping it may be only some boyish prank," Mrs. De Peyster repeated.
De Peyster remarked with returning dignity, "but while the matter is up, I will mention that the Duke did propose to me, and that I refused him." With a gesture she silenced any comment from Olivetta. In a breath or two she was entirely her usual poiseful self.
It was understood that he was waiting an almost certain call from a church in Kansas City. As Mrs. De Peyster came out of her room that first Sunday at supper-time, there emerged from the room in front of hers the Reverend Mr. Pyecroft. He held out his hand, and smiled parochially.
"Uncle Bob, you're worried more than any of us! You know I've always liked you like a father and and here's hoping some day mother'll change her mind and you'll be my father in reality!" "Thank you, Jack!" the Judge said huskily, gripping Jack's hand. Over in her corner, beneath her veil, Mrs. De Peyster flushed hotly. They talked on about the distant Mrs.
She had the presence of mind to nod her head, and William faced about. To put it temperately, the situation was becoming very trying. Mrs. De Peyster now realized that she had been guilty of a lack of forethought. It had not occurred to her, in working out this plan of hers, that her frigidly proper William could entertain a friendliness toward any one.
She tried to keep it down. She tried to keep her mental eyes away from it. And so, during all these days, she had no idea what the fearsome thing might be.... And then something did happen. On the fifth day after Matilda's departure, and the eighteenth after the sailing of the Plutonia, Mrs. De Peyster observed a sudden change in the atmosphere of the house.
"We've had it mighty hard, haven't we, with only being able to steal a minute with each other now and then always afraid of Mrs. De Peyster. It's been mighty hard for me. Hasn't it been hard for you?" Mrs. De Peyster remained silent. "Hasn't it been hard for you, dear?" William insisted tenderly. "Ye yes," very huskily. "Why, what's the matter, Matilda?
Both sat in desperate thought. Suddenly Mrs. De Peyster looked up. "Matilda, I think I have it." "What is it, ma'am?" with faintly reviving hope. "You have the keys to my house. You slip back there to-night, find my purse, or bring something that you might sell." Matilda slumped down, aghast. "It's perfectly simple," Mrs. De Peyster reassured her. "We should have thought of it at first."
"Nothing, ma'am, nothing. But I wish " "I am going, Matilda; we will not discuss it," said Mrs. De Peyster, in a peremptory tone intended to silence Matilda. "You may first clear away the dishes," she ordered. "But I believe I left a squab and some asparagus. You might put them, and any other little thing you have, on the dining-room table; I shall probably be hungry on my return from my drive.
Her only source of information was Matilda, and Matilda was gone for a month; and even if Matilda, by any chance, should know what was the matter, she would not dare write; and even if she wrote, the letter, of course, would never be delivered, but would doubtless be forwarded to the pretended Mrs. De Peyster in Europe. Mrs.
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