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"I should not be able to intrude upon you for more than a day or two," I remarked, a little diffidently, "but if you will really put me up for that length of time, I shall look forward to my visit with a great deal of pleasure." Mrs. Van Reinberg was looking across at Mr. de Valentin with a very determined expression on her pale, hard face.
"May I guess at the attraction?" she asked. "I fancy," I answered, "that it is fairly apparent. May I, by the way, Mrs. Van Reinberg," I continued, "ask you a question?" "Certainly," she answered. "It is rather a delicate matter to allude to," I said; "but your friend, Mr. de Valentin, seemed to find your invitation to me a matter for personal disapproval.
He did not see the children sitting down in the bottom, partly covered with the robe. For Bunny and Sue, just then, were pretending that it was night on their make-believe steamer, and they had "gone to bed." And there they were, being given an automobile ride, and Mr. Reinberg didn't know a thing about it. Wasn't that funny?
"That settles it," I declared. "Gilbert, can you see the Prime Minister this morning?" "I can and I will," he answered. "You must convince him," I declared. "All the proofs I can give you are here. There is an account of the meeting at the summer house of Mrs. Van Reinberg at Lenox, with the names of all who were present and particulars of what transpired.
But I thought you were to ask your mother if you could have a ride." "Why why, we thought you would take us around to our house, in the automobile, so we could ask her," Bunny said. Mr. Reinberg laughed. "Well, well!" he cried. "This is a joke! You thought one thing and I thought another. After you spoke to me, and I went in the post-office, I supposed you had run home to ask your folks."
We're going to play a greater game than that!" Mrs. Van Reinberg had dropped her voice a little. There was a somewhat uncomfortable pause. I could see that, even at the last moment, she realized that, in telling me these things, she was guilty of what might well turn out to be a colossal indiscretion. I myself was almost in a worse dilemma.
"Which accounts," I remarked, "for the invasion of Europe!" Mrs. Van Reinberg leaned her fair, little head upon her white be-ringed fingers, and looked steadily at me. I had never for a moment under-estimated her, but she had probably never so much impressed me. There was something Napoleonic about this slow unfolding of her carefully thought-out plans. "Naturally," she answered.
One can only surmise." "On the whole, then," Mr. Van Reinberg asked anxiously, "you would not back his chances?" "I should not," I admitted. For a man who had just invested two million dollars in those chances, Mr. Van Reinberg looked remarkably cheerful. "I'm right down glad to hear you say that," he admitted. "I know nothing about things over in Europe myself, and my wife seemed so confident.
Reinberg said, when he came back to the automobile, in which Bunny and Sue were waiting. "I'll take you on to Wayville." "Our Uncle Henry lives there," Bunny told the dry-goods man. "Well, I don't know that I shall have time to take you to see him, but we'll have a ride." "We 'most went to Uncle Henry's once," said Sue.
"Besides, I have been through all his papers. His secrets are ours now, only we must know what is decided upon at Lenox. Then we can return to England, and the first part of our task will be done!" Mrs. Van Reinberg on the steamer was a somewhat formidable person; Mrs. Van Reinberg in her own house was despotism personified. Her word was law, her rule was absolute.
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