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Good-afternoon, ladies." Captain Carroll had further mercy. He allowed the ladies to leave the house unattended and to dive desperately into the waiting coach. "Home at once," Mrs. Van Dorn cried, hoarsely, to Samson Rawdy, waking from his nap in some bewilderment.
Anderson, arrayed in her best, seated in state in the Rawdy coach, was driven into the grounds of the Carroll house. Charlotte answered her ring. The elder woman's quick eye saw, with both pity and disapproval, that the girl was unsuitably arrayed for housework in a light cloth dress, which was necessarily stained and spotted. "She had on no apron," she told her son that night.
He paid Samson Rawdy, who opened his mouth as if to say something, then looked at Carroll's pale face and changed his mind, getting rather stiffly up on his seat he was growing stout and driving away. "Oh, papa!" Charlotte said, slipping her arm through his and nestling close up to him as they went into the house. Carroll bent down and kissed her. "Papa's poor little girl!" he said.
"He's going to Port Willis," she said. "He's getting in the trolley-car." Samson Rawdy also turned his head and saw with a strained side glance Carroll getting into the Port Willis trolley-car. Then he said: "G'lang!" to his horses, and they turned a corner with a fine sweep, while the ladies began getting their cards ready. "I wonder what he's going to Port Willis for," said Mrs.
A silk hat had always been his ambition, but she had always frowned upon it. "Well, I would," said she, cordially. Samson Rawdy told everybody how Carroll had paid him in advance "every cent, sir; and he didn't believe, for his part, half the stories that were told about him. He guessed that he paid, in the long run, as well as anybody in Banbridge.
"It's a pity men wasn't a little scarter sometimes," said his wife. Rawdy, grinning, tossed a bill to her. "Wa'n't you sayin' you wanted a dress?" said he. "I ruther guess I do. I 'ain't had one for two years." "I guess I'd better git a silk hat to wear. I suppose I shall have to drive some of the Carrolls' folks," said Rawdy, with a timid look at his wife.
He about Eton, and his mother, whom he remembered, a frigid demure woman, and a sister who died, of whom he had been passionately fond; and how he used to thrash Pitt; and about little Rawdy at home. And Rebecca thought about her own youth and the dark secrets of those early tainted days; and of her entrance into life by yonder gates; and of Miss Pinkerton, and Joe, and Amelia.
Rawdy has made so much on hiring his carriages for the weddin' that he has bought his wife a new black silk dress, an' now he is goin' to take her to Coney Island Sunday, and hire the Liscom boy to take his place drivin'. Now what I come in here for was " Madame Griggs lowered her voice; she drew nearer Anderson, and her anxious whisper whistled in his ear.
As with one impulse both women turned and peered through a green maze of trees and bushes at Samson Rawdy, several yards distant. "Can you see him?" whispered Mrs. Lee. "Yes. I think he's asleep. He is sitting with his head all bent over." "He is not looking?" "No." Mrs. Lee and Mrs. Van Dorn regarded each other.
I'd go to the weddin' it's free, in the church if I had anything decent to wear." "Now, Dilly, what can I do? I leave it to you," asked Samson Rawdy, with confessed helplessness. "Do?" said she. "Why, tell him he's got to pay ahead or he can't have the cerridges. If you're afraid to, I'll ask him. I ain't afraid." "Lord! I ain't afraid, Dilly," said Rawdy.
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