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"I like the fine freedom with which you give my son away." "You wouldn't accept that?" "Why in the world should I?" "Then I don't understand your position." "Good heavens, I have none! It isn't a position to be tired of the whole thing." "You wouldn't accept it even in the case I put to him that of her believing she had been encouraged to throw over poor Porterfield?" "Not even not even.
What corrected it less, I must add, was an odd recollection which gathered vividness as I listened to it a mental association which the name of Mr. Porterfield had evoked. Surely I had a personal impression, over-smeared and confused, of the gentleman who was waiting at Liverpool, or who would be, for Mrs. Nettlepoint's protégée. I had met him, known him, some time, somewhere, somehow, in Europe.
"Yes, or her great cleverness." Something in the tone in which Mrs. Nettlepoint said this caused me to return in real surprise: "Why what do you suppose she has in her mind?" "To get hold of him, to make him go so far he can't retreat. To marry him perhaps." "To marry him? And what will she do with Mr. Porterfield?" "She'll ask me just to make it all right to him or perhaps you."
Porterfield a lady who, though fully sixty-five years of age, was yet of a cheery and chatty disposition took considerable part, our first evening passed away.
Still, when we went down to dinner that night I was almost shivering from nervousness, although the air was excessively warm. I was so afraid of something unpleasant coming up, for although Mrs. Porterfield and her daughter were women of culture and refinement, they were also rebels to the very quick, and never failed at any time to remind one that their uncle was "President" Davis!
It was shown to the mquest by Mrs. Porterfield that my wife had been sick that she was suddenly found dead. The physician furnished the next necessary fact. I was not examined at all, I stood by in silence. I heard the verdict "Death by apoplexy" -with a smile. I was not unwilling to state the truth. Had I been called upon I should have done so.
"It's often so extravagant and unnatural a proceeding as to entail heavy costs on some one." "You're very impertinent. We all have to pay for each other all the while and for each other's virtues as well as vices." "That's precisely why I shall be sorry for Mr. Porterfield when she steps off the ship with her little bill. I mean with her teeth clenched." "Her teeth are not in the least clenched.
On the way to my cabin, when I came down, I met the stewardess in one of the passages, and the idea entered my head to say to her: "Do you happen to know where Miss Mavis is?" "Why she's in her room, sir, at this hour." "Do you suppose I could speak to her?" It had come into my mind to ask her why she had wanted to know of me if I should recognise Mr. Porterfield.
"What sort of a person, Porterfield?" said Lady Keith, crumpling the paper in her fingers; and withdrawing a little from the company. "Uncommon fine gentleman, my lady," Porterfield answered in a low tone. "A gentleman?" said Lady Keith, inquiringly. "Certain, my lady! and as up and down spoken as if he was a prince of the blood; he's somebody that is not accustomed to be said 'no' to for sure."
Otto Kling, after Masie was abed; Digwell, the undertaker, quite a jolly fellow during off hours; Codman and Porterfield, with their respective wives; and, most welcome of all, Father Cruse, of St.
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