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"If I had spoken of MEN of taste, I should have had to confine myself to the dual number!" Mr. Plateas began to laugh at his own joke. His friend smiled too, but wishing a more exact answer, continued: "At least we two have imitators; how many did you meet and who were they?" "Always the same; Mr. A., Mr.
Well, we never get just what we want in this world, and a man's happiness depends after all on his own way of feeling and thinking." Mr. Plateas fancied this was philosophy, but, in fact, it was only a blind attempt to get rid of disagreeable thoughts. He could not forget the judge's evident dejection and vain effort to hide it. What if Mr. Liakos did want him to marry the plain sister!
Plateas," began the old man, with a touch of irony in his tone. "Yes; the fact is he has communicated to me the conversation he had with you this morning." "I must say, Mr. Liakos, that your anxiety to find a husband for my elder daughter seems to me rather marked." "I assure you, sir, that my friend's proposal was wholly voluntary, and was in no wise prompted by me."
This "Ah" was half-way between a question and an exclamation; the judge could not tell whether it expressed irony or simple astonishment; but it was enough to chill him. "Everything is against me!" he thought. "And who is your candidate?" she asked after a pause, but without stopping her work. "Mr. Plateas." His cousin dropped her needle, and looked at Mr.
Plateas sat motionless, with mouth open and eyes fastened on those of his friend, who was still staring at the road. The judge's look showed that the object of his interest was coming nearer, but the professor did not dare to stir or utter a word. "Talk," whispered Mr. Liakos. "Continue the conversation." "But, my dear friend, what shall I say? You've driven every idea out of my head."
Plateas, on the other hand, was overflowing with delight, and his spirits seemed contagious, for all the wedding guests laughed with him. To which Mr. After the wedding, the judge obtained three months' leave, and took his bride for a visit to his old home among his kinsfolk. How eagerly their return was awaited, and how delighted the sisters were to be together again!
The judge had promised to come, and Florou had been told to get supper for both; Liakos MUST come. But why didn't he come now? Mr. Plateas paced up and down the Vaporia twenty times at least, and although he kept looking toward his house, there was no sign of the judge. At last! At last he saw his friend coming in the distance.
Plateas stopped short, leaned his fat hand on the table to aid the gyration that he was about to make upon his stool, and was preparing for another effort to discover what could thus fascinate Mr. Liakos, when the judge, divining his companion's purpose, suddenly laid his hand on the professor's, and pressing it firmly, said in a low voice, but with a tone of authority: "Don't turn around!" Mr.
The tactful cousin had felt that it would be better to leave the young lady alone with her suitor; then, too, the younger sister would not come, and the presence of Mr. Liakos was quite unnecessary; her instructions were that he should spend the evening with her husband at the club. Mr. Plateas felt his knees give way under him. What go in and face the two ladies all alone!
Not a living soul was to be seen on the Vaporia, and Mr. Plateas was able to follow the course of his thoughts undisturbed. To tell the truth, his ideas rather lacked sequence, and were much the same thing over and over; but they were so engrossing that he had not quoted a line of Homer all day.
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