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Before speaking, Presbury waited until this maid had withdrawn to bring the roast and the vegetables. Then he said: "You are going, too, miss." This with the full infusion of insult into the "miss." Mildred was silent. "Bill Siddall is looking for a wife," proceeded Presbury. "And he has Heaven knows how many millions." "Do you think there's a chance for Milly?" cried Mrs.
AT the pier Mildred sent her mother a telegram, giving the train by which she would arrive that and nothing more. As she descended from the parlor-car there stood Mrs. Presbury upon the platform, face wreathed in the most joyous of welcoming smiles, not a surface trace of the curiosity and alarm storming within.
"He's so crazy about himself that he imagines the whole world is in the same state." "Isn't it strange that he doesn't give her presents? Never anything but candy and flowers." "And he never will," said Presbury. "Not until they're married, I suppose." Presbury was silent. "I can't help thinking that if Milly were to rouse herself and show some some liking or at least interest, it'd be wiser."
Praise everything napkins, tablecloth, dishes, food. Rave over the wine." But Mildred could not adopt this obviously excellent advice. She sat silent and cold, while Presbury and her mother raved and drew out the general to talk of himself the only subject in the whole world that seemed to him thoroughly worth while.
She had just got a new hat that was peculiarly becoming to her. She had shown Siddall herself at the best in evening attire; another sort of costume would give him a different view of her looks, one which she flattered herself was not less attractive. But Presbury interposed an emphatic veto. "You'll wear full evening dress," said he. "Bare neck and arms for men like Bill Siddall.
I forgot to put my pills in my bag. I'll have to hunt up an all-night drug-store. I'd not dare go to bed without taking an antidote for that poison." But Presbury had not been altogether improvident.
They want to see what they're getting." Mildred flushed scarlet and her lips trembled as though she were about to cry. In fact, her emotion was altogether shame a shame so poignant that even Presbury was abashed, and mumbled something apologetic.
"Yes, I'll go," said Mildred. Her gaze was upon the untouched food on her plate. "Of course she'll go," said Presbury. "And she'll marry him if she can. Won't you, miss?" He spoke in his amiably insulting way as distinguished from the way of savagely sneering insult he usually took with her. He expected no reply. She surprised him. She lifted her tragic eyes and looked fixedly at him.
After they had kissed and embraced with a genuine emotion which they did not try to hide, because both suddenly became unconscious of that world whereof ordinarily they were constantly mindful after caresses and tears Mrs. Presbury said: "It's all very well to dress plain, when everyone knows you can afford the best. But don't you think you're overdoing it a little?"
By persistent rubbing in Presbury had succeeded in making the truth about her poverty and dependence clear to his wife. She continued to frown and to look unutterable contempt, but he had silenced her. He noted this with a sort of satisfaction and went on: "If Bill Siddall takes her, you certainly won't go there. He wouldn't have you. He feels strongly on the subject of mothers-in-law."
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