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"That stunning, insolent creature who is acting as matron of honor, and looking bored to death by it, is his sister, Mrs. Ordway, of New York. The first bridesmaid is another New York friend, a Russian girl named Sonya Orleneff, that Barbara met in some lodging-house. And will you look at the Infant Samuel!" An expression of acute strain settled over the features of Mrs. Renway.
"I suppose you will rest your mind by writing another play?" gushed Mrs. Renway. Laurie shook his black head. "Not a bit of it!" he asserted. "Don't even suggest such a thing before Epstein, there. It sounds abhorrently like work." Mrs. Renway's curiosity had a brief and losing struggle with her good breeding. "Then what are you going to do?" she demanded coquettishly.
She intends to live in Devon House every summer." The new-comer a Mrs. Renway who had social aspirations was politely attentive. "I met Laurence Devon at the Country Club yesterday," she said. "He's the handsomest creature I've ever seen, I think. He's really too good-looking; and they say there's some romantic story about him. Do you know what it is?" Her friend nodded. "Mercy, yes!
Renway, "there's nothing I'd like better than to come, thank you. But I'm going back to New York to-morrow. You see," he added, "this business of marrying off a sister, and attending to all the details and seeing that she conducts herself properly as long as she's in my care, is a bit of a strain. I've got to get back to town and recuperate."
The puzzled countenance of Mrs. Renway cleared. "Oh, I see," she said brightly, "you're joking." Laurie smiled and turned to greet a late guest who had come up behind him. In the little group that had overheard him, three pairs of eyes met in startled glances. "Humph!" said Warren. "Hear that?" "Nice prospect for us!" muttered Rodney Bangs. Jacob Epstein looked harassed.
Friends who had known and loved Barbara Devon since she was a little girl, and many who had known her father and mother before her, looked now at the radiant figure she presented as she walked slowly up the aisle on her brother's arm, and saw that figure through an unexpected mist. "What a pair!" whispered Mrs. Renway, who had a pagan love of beauty.
There was absolutely nothing a little boy could do in this queer walk. Gloomily but sedately the Infant Samuel continued his promenade. "Here he is," murmured Mrs. Lytton to her friend. "You can see him now, can't you?" Mrs. Renway gurgled happily. She could.
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