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"I think Miss Gower and I would get on faster alone." Presbury at once stood up; his wife hesitated, her eyes uneasily upon her daughter. Presbury said: "Come on, Alice." She rose and preceded him into the adjoining conservatory.
The general, tinier and more grotesque than ever in the great high-backed, richly carved armchair, surveyed the progress of the banquet with the air of a god performing miracles of creation and passing them in review and giving them his divine endorsement. He was well pleased with the enthusiastic praises Presbury and his wife lavished upon the food and drink.
Presbury bridled, swallowed hard, said mildly: "We'll have to spend the night in town again, I suppose." "You and your daughter may do as you like," said Presbury. "I shall return here that night. I always catch cold in strange beds." "We might as well all return here," said Mildred. "I shall not wear evening dress; that is, I'll wear a high-neck dress and a hat."
You can tell people here what you please that I've gone to rejoin him or to wait for him any old thing." "At least you'll wait and talk with Presbury," pleaded her mother. "He is VERY sensible." "If he has anything to suggest," said Mildred, "he can write it. I'll send you my address." "Milly," cried her mother, agitated to the depths, "where ARE you going? WHAT are you going to do?
"It's nothing like yours was. He's so rich he doesn't know what to do with his income. He owns mines scattered all over the world. And if they all failed, he's got bundles of railway stocks and bonds, and gilt-edged trust stocks, too. And he's a comparatively young man hardly fifty, I should say. He pretends to be forty." "It's strange I never heard of him," said Mrs. Presbury.
So well pleased was the general with the excursion and so far did he feel advanced toward intimacy that on the way down the majestic marble stairway he ventured to give Mildred's arm a gentle, playful squeeze. And at the parting he kissed her hand. Presbury had changed his mind about returning to the country.
Really, I think I ought to be ashamed of myself, but I reason that, if a man can afford it, he's a fool to put anything but the best into his stomach." "You're right there!" mumbled Presbury. His mouth was full of turkey. "You HAVE got a chef, General!" "He ought to cook well. I pay him more than most bank-presidents get. What do you think of those joint wagons, Mrs. Presbury?"
"But I should have thought living with me here when Presbury was carrying on so dreadfully would have taught you something. Your case isn't an exception, any more than mine is. That's the sort of thing we women have to put up with from men, when we're in their power." "Not I," said Mildred loftily. "Yes, you," retorted her mother. "ANY woman. EVERY woman.
"You know how wickedly they lie about anyone who has anything." "I should like to read a full account of General Siddall," said Mildred reflectively; "just to satisfy my curiosity." Mrs. Presbury made no reply. Presbury had decided that it was best to make no advance, but to wait until they heard from Siddall. He let a week, ten days, go by; then his impatience got the better of his shrewdness.
I'll show you through the house after dinner. It's on this same scale throughout. And they're putting me together a country place same sort of thing." He threw back his little shoulders and protruded his little chest. "And the joke of it is that the whole business isn't costing me a cent." "Not a cent less than half a dozen or a dozen millions," said Presbury.
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