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And in the visions, both the waking and the sleeping, she reached the climax of horror when the monster touched her with clammy, creepy fingers, with munching lips, with the sharp ends of the mustache or imperial. Said Mrs. Presbury to her husband, "I'm afraid the general will be irritated by Mildred's unresponsiveness." "Don't worry," replied Presbury.
"Do you think I laid myself open to that charge by marrying you?" said Presbury, made cheerful despite his savage indigestion by the opportunity for effective insult she had given him and he had promptly seized. "I am far too gallant to agree with you. But I'm also too gallant to contradict a lady. By the way, you must be careful in dealing with Siddall.
"You hear that, Mildred?" said Presbury, with a nasty little laugh. He had been relieving the tedium of this sight-seeing tour by observing and from time to time aggravating Mildred's sufferings. The general released his mirth-strangling goat laugh; Mrs. Presbury echoed it with a gale of rather wild hysterics.
She made Mildred feel immediately at home, as she had not felt at home since her mother introduced James Presbury into their house at Hanging Rock. Mrs. Brindley was absolutely devoid of pretenses. When Mildred spoke to her of this quality in her she said: "I owe that to my husband. I was brought up like everybody else to be more or less of a poser and a hypocrite.
Presbury: "I'll have Darcy make you and Miss Presbury excuse me, Miss Gower bouquets of the flowers afterward. Most of them come from New York and very high really first-class flowers are. I pay two dollars apiece for my roses even at this season. And orchids well, I feel really extravagant when I indulge in orchids as I have this evening. Ten dollars apiece for those. But they're worth it."
Rich people like to be fawned on, but not to be slobbered on. You went entirely too far." Mrs. Presbury, whom indigestion had rendered stupid, could think of no reply. So she burst into tears. "And my own daughter sitting silent while that man insults her mother!" she sobbed. Mildred sat stiff and cold. "It'll be a week before I recover from that dinner," Presbury went on sourly. "What a dinner!
He knew what he was about, and her feet grew better, grew well and she was happier than she had been since girlhood when she began ruining her feet with tight shoes. Six months after the marriage, Presbury and his wife were getting on about as comfortably as it is given to average humanity to get on in this world of incessant struggle between uncomfortable man and his uncomfortable environment.
"I'm sorry if I upset her," said the general, swelling and loftily contrite. "I don t know why it is that people never seem to be able to act natural with me." He hated those who did, regarding them as sodden, unappreciative fools. Mrs. Presbury was quieting her daughter. Presbury and Siddall lighted cigars and went into the smoking and billiard-room across the hall.
"In my boyhood days I was a ladies' man. And of course since I've had money they've swarmed round me like bees in a clover-patch." "Oh, General, you're far too modest," cried Mrs. Presbury. "A man like you wouldn't need to be afraid, if he hadn't a cent." "But not the kind of women I want," replied he, firmly if complacently. "A lady needs money to keep up her position. She has to have it.
But I took the idea and adapted it to my purposes and there you are!" "Very original, old man," said Presbury, who had been drinking too much. "I've never seen it before, and I don't think I ever shall again. Got the idea patented?"
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