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Updated: June 12, 2025
He folded Portlaw's letter and pocketed it; and lay for a while under the open window, enjoying his own noiseless mirth, gaily accompanied by Dolly Winning's fresh, clear singing or her capricious improvising. Begonias bloomed in a riotous row on the sill, nodding gently in the river-wind which also fluttered the flags and sails on yacht, schooner, and sloop under the wall of the Palisades.
She smiled. So he went away, rather satiated with the pleasures of self-denial; but the lightly latent mockery soon broke out again in a smile as he reached the street. "What a mess!" he grinned to himself. "The Tressilvains at Portlaw's! And Wayward! and Shiela and Virginia and that awful Louis Malcourt! It only wants Hamil to make the jolliest little hell of it.
Are you game?" "I'd love to, but I promised Malcourt that " "Oh, nonsense! Louis can wait for you to go North and lay out Mr. Portlaw's park. I've the first call on you; I've got you for the winter here " "But Portlaw says " "Oh, bother Mr. Portlaw! We'll take him along, too, if he can tear himself away from the Beach Club long enough to try less dangerous game."
Ascott won't see you, she won't! You don't intend to carry Pride's Fall by assault, do you?" "But Louis said " "Mr. Malcourt knows quite well that Mrs. Ascott won't see you." "W-why?" "Ask yourself. Besides, her lawyers have forbidden her." But Portlaw's simple faith in Malcourt never wavered; he stood his ground and quoted him naïvely, adding: "You see Louis must have meant something.
There was a desk in one room; ink in the well, notepaper bearing the name of Portlaw's camp. She looked at it and passed on to her bedroom. But after she had unlaced and, hair unbound, stood staring vacantly about her, she remembered the desk; and drawing on her silken chamber-robe, went into the writing-room.
"We were great friends at Portlaw's camp together two years ago. I believe that you and Miss Suydam are cousins after a fashion." "After a fashion, I believe." "She's tremendously attractive, Hamil." "What? Oh, yes, very." "Evidently no sentiment lost between you," laughed the other. "No, of course not; no sentiment." Malcourt said carelessly: "I'm riding with Miss Suydam to-morrow.
A curious, almost ghastly glance passed involuntarily between the Tressilvains; Portlaw, who was busy lighting a cigar, did not notice it, but Malcourt laughed lightly and ran over the score, adding it up with a nimble accuracy that seemed to stun his relatives. "Why, look what's here!" he exclaimed, genially displaying a total that, added, balanced all Portlaw's gains and losses to date.
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