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"He's very handsome in a way." "He's red and big-jointed, and he's a common plowboy." Mrs. Thayer gasped, returning to her original charge. Mrs. Saulisbury laughed, being malevolent enough to enjoy the whole situation. "He appears to me to be a very uncommon plowboy. Well, I wouldn't try to do anything about it, Charlotte," she added.
He came at last to the strangest thing of all: she had looked at him, every time he spoke, as if she were surprised at finding herself able to understand his way of speech. He worked it all out at last. They all looked upon him as belonging to the American peasantry; he belonged to a lower world a world of service. He was brick, they were china. Saulisbury and Mrs.
"Sure as shooting," she smilingly said. Saulisbury mused and puffed. "In that case, we will have to turn in and give the fellow what you Americans call a boost." "That's right," his wife replied slangily. Edith went to her room that night with a mind whirling in dizzying circles, whose motion she could not check. It was terrible to have it all come in this way.
"They are not so benighted as that. They give a little attention to the elementary studies, though I believe athletics do come second on the curriculum." "Well, the young dog seems to have made some use of his chawnce," said Saulisbury, who had dramatized the matter in his own way, and saw Ramsey doing the two men up in accordance with Queensberry rules.
"He looks a decent young fellow enough; I suppeose he'll do to try," Saulisbury said at last, with cool indifference. "I'll use him, Majah." "By Heaven, you won't!" Arthur burst out. "I wouldn't work for you at any price." He turned on his heel and rushed out. He heard the Major calling to him as he went down the stairs, but refused to turn back.
"But the fellow has no means." "He has muscle and brains, and besides, she has something of her own." Saulisbury filled his pipe slowly. "Luckily, it's all theory on our part; the contingency isn't heah isn't likely to arrive, in fact." "Don't be too sure. If I can read a girl's heart in the lines of her face, she's got where principalities and powers are of small account." "Really?"
He merely swung round on his swivel chair and eyed the young stranger. Arthur was not thick-skinned, and he had been struck for the first time by the lash of caste, and it raised a welt. He choked with his rage and stood silent, while Saulisbury looked him over, and passed upon his good points, as if he were a horse. There was something in the lazy lift of his eyebrows which maddened Arthur.
Mrs. Saulisbury was amused. "I know that is an enormity, but I heard the Major tell of currying horses once." "That was in the army anyhow, it doesn't matter. Edith can simply ignore the whole thing." "I hope she can, but I doubt it very much." "What do you mean?" "I mean that Edith is interested in him." "I don't believe it! Why, it is impossible! You're crazy, Jeannette!"
Saulisbury cared nothing for the youth, but felt something was due his partner. "I hope I haven't done anything unpardonable," he began, with his absurd, rising inflection. Arthur flared up again. "I wouldn't work for a man like you if I starved. I'm not a dog. You'll find an American citizen won't knuckle down to you the way your English peasants do.
Thayer were perfectly frank about it; they spoke from the English standpoint. The Major and Mrs. Saulisbury had been touched by the Western spirit and were trying to be just to him, with more or less unconscious patronization.
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