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Plateas," said the old gentleman at last, "that your proposition is wholly unexpected, and comes in rather an unusual form. Don't you think that our traditional custom in such cases is very sensible, and that these questions are managed better by intermediaries?" The professor was not prepared for this.
He was still reciting when the judge released his hand and got up to make an elaborate bow. Mr. Plateas looked in the same direction, and saw the back of an elderly gentleman between two attractive young girls. He had no difficulty in recognizing the trio, even from the rear. Mr. Liakos sat down again, blushing furiously while the professor in utter stupefaction made the sign of the cross.
On his new road of life he held at his breast his book, which from time to time he pressed with his hand as if in fear that that too might go from him. From "Tales from the AEgean." Translated by L.E. Opdycke. Published by A.C. McClurg & Co. Copyright, 1894, by A.C. McClurg & Co. Mr. Plateas, professor of Greek in the Gymnasium of Syra, was returning from his regular afternoon walk.
In vain the judge protested, and urged that the matter was not so serious, that any one else would have done the same in his place. Mr. Plateas would not be convinced, and persisted in declaring his gratitude.
This was clear enough from what he said and the way he said it. Mr. Liakos was offended. "Mr. Plateas," he replied dryly, "I have often told you and I repeat it now for the last time, I hope I have not, and I do not wish to have, any claim upon your gratitude. As for your marrying, I assure you that I never dreamed of presenting you as a suitor, or of seeking a wife for you.
Mitrophanis, and he to find the professor. Poor Mr. Plateas was waiting for his friend impatiently. On reaching home he had found his dinner growing cold, and Florou worrying over her master's unusual tardiness; it was full twenty minutes after noon! Although the professor was hungry and ate with relish, his mind was ill at ease. He yearned to talk to some one, but there was no one to talk to.
My suit is not for the younger sister; I ask you for the hand of Miss " He meant to call her by her name, but found he did not know it. "I ask you for the hand of your elder daughter." Mr. Mitrophanis could not conceal his astonishment at these words; such a thing had never happened before. He said nothing, but looked sharply at Mr. Plateas, who felt his patience giving way. "I must admit, Mr.
But if you would send one of your friends to speak to me, and give me time for reflection, you would oblige me greatly." "With pleasure! I'll send Mr. Liakos." At this name the old man frowned. "Ah!" said he, "Mr. Liakos is in your confidence." Poor Mr. Plateas saw that he had made a mistake in bringing up his friend's name in the affair.
Plateas asked so many questions and the judge had to repeat each detail so often, that the sun was setting when the two friends went back to do justice to Florou's supper. They had scarcely finished when there was a knock at the door, and Florou came in with a note for Mr. Liakos. Mr.
His only remaining doubt was as to the young lady's consent. "Her consent!" cried his cousin. "She'll accept Mr. Plateas gladly. Since she can't persuade her father to let her remain single, she will take the first husband that offers, rather than stand in the way of her sister's happiness. She has the soul of an angel," the cousin went on, with enthusiasm.
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