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An orchestra was ensconced behind palms just as orchestras always covet to be and a magnificent breakfast had been sent up from the city in its own car with its own service and attendants to serve it. There was only one hitch in the entire programme. That was that when they got to the church Tweedwell did not show up. Jack was distressed even though Mrs. Rosscott laughed.
He swore vigorously and he tramped up and down his room nights until the people underneath put it in their prayers that his woes might suggest suicide as speedily as possible. In vain he wrote to Mrs. Rosscott to restore Janice to her proper place in town; Mrs. Rosscott answered that as long as Aunt Mary desired Janice at her side, at her side Janice should stay.
"It ain’t as if there was any reason for waitin’. If there was I’d be the first to be willin’ to do all I could to be patient, but as it is—even if you an’ Jack ain’t in any particular hurry, I am, an’ I was brought up to go right to work at gettin’ what you want as soon as you know what it is." "But this is so sudden," wailed Mrs. Rosscott. Aunt Mary glanced at her sharply.
Why, General Jiggs in there is three times your age and he tangles himself awfully when he tries to be sweet." "Perhaps his physician has recommended gymnastics," said Jack. "Perhaps," said Mrs. Rosscott laughing, and then she turned as if to go in. "Oh, don’t," said her lover, barring the way with great suddenness; "you really mustn’t, you know.
"But you’ve been helping all the morning," he complained, "and besides how can you help? One would think that your mother was beating eggs or turning mattresses." "I have to work harder than that," said Mrs. Rosscott; "I have to make people know one another and like one another and not all want to make love to the same girl."
Rosscott had ordered that the blue velvet portières which hung between should never be pushed aside, and it was owing to this order that Jack, entering the drawing-room, heard voices, but could not see into the library beyond. Also it was owing to this order that those in the library could not see or hear Jack. "Kisses barred! Kisses barred!" It may be understood that had Mrs.
"Certainly," said the caller, and sat down. Then she sat down, too, and another awkward pause ensued. "You didn’t expect to see me, did you?" said the stranger, smiling. "No, I didn’t," said Mrs. Rosscott frankly. "I expected to see someone else—someone that I knew. Nearly all my visitors are people whom I know."
Nothing could be pulled up to anything else and there was not a single good place to rest one’s elbows anywhere. The only saving grace in the situation was that after five minutes or so Mrs. Rosscott invariably suggested removal to the library which lay beyond—a very different species of apartment where no mode at all prevailed except the terrible démodé thing known as comfort.
Later there was music in the great white salon where the organ was. Maude Lome sang, and the man with the monocle accompanied her on the organ. Mrs. Rosscott sat on a divan between Holloway and General Jiggs. Jack was left out in the cold. It was only twenty-six hours since he had first met her, and he hated to consider his life as unalterably blasted, or to even give up the fight.
Jack suddenly recollected how Mrs. Rosscott had commented on the terrible tendency to land upon "and," and wondered why he had never noticed before how disagreeable said tendency was. "But, then, dear Cousin Betty’s such a coquette that no one can ever tell whom she does like. She’s very insincere." Jack twisted uneasily.
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