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They had got Dick Livingstone and he had gone on in. Mrs. Sayre was afraid it had been one of Wallie's cars. She had begged Wallie to tell Jim to be careful in it. It had too much speed. The telephone rang and Leslie took the receiver and pushed Elizabeth gently aside. He listened for a moment. "Very well," he said.
When it came, via a little group on the terrace after the luncheon, Mrs. Sayre was upset and angry and inclined to blame Wallie. Everything that he wanted had come to him, all his life, and he did not know how to go after things. He had sat by, and let this shabby-genteel doctor, years older than the girl, walk away with her. Not that she gave up entirely.
How nice of you to come and see our little place. It's a band-box, of course." Mrs. Sayre sat down, a gross disharmony in the room, but a solid and not unkindly woman for all that. "My dear," she said, "I am not paying a call. Or not only that. I came to talk to you about something. About Wallace and your sister." Nina was gratified and not a little triumphant. "I see," she said.
"Thank you, Father Neptune," said Patty, flashing a smile at him, as she took the card, and turned back to the captain. "Now I have a programme, Captain Sayre," Patty said. "If you really want a part of a dance " "I don't!" declared the captain, positively. "There are some ladies I'd dance half a dance with, but NOT with you."
Patty loved to dance, and greatly preferred good dancers for partners. Captain Sayre was especially proficient in the art, and as their dance was followed by an "extra," he persuaded Patty to do a fancy dance with him, like they had danced at the Sayres' garden party.
"Sitting and thinking, or just sitting?" he inquired. "I was thinking." "Air-castles, eh? Well, be sure you put the right man into them!" He felt more or less a fool for having said that, for it was extremely likely that Nina's family was feeling some doubt about Nina's choice. "What I mean is," he added hastily, "don't be a fool and take Wallie Sayre. Take a man, while you're about it."
Lora and Beatrice Sayre were of the "butterfly" type, and their pale-coloured muslin gowns, broad hats, and fluttering scarfs made the description appropriate. Jack Pennington was just what he looked like, a college youth on his vacation; and his earnest face seemed to betoken a determination to have the most fun possible before he went back to grind at his books.
With them there came, too, a more real Elizabeth, and a wave of tenderness for her, and of regret. He turned on his sagging bed, and deliberately put her away from him. Even if this other ghost were laid, he had no right to her. Then, one day, he met Mrs. Sayre, and saw that she knew him. Wallie stared at his mother.
He sat down by the window and with the feeling of dismissing them forever retraced slowly and painfully the last few months; the night on the mountains, and Bassett asleep by the fire; the man from the cabin caught under the tree, with his face looking up, strangely twisted, from among the branches; dawn in the alfalfa field, and the long night tramp; the boy who had recognized him in Chicago; David in his old walnut bed, shrivelled and dauntless; and his own going out into the night, with Lucy in the kitchen doorway, Elizabeth and Wallace Sayre on the verandah, and himself across the street under the trees; Beverly, and the illumination of his freedom from the old bonds; Gregory, glib and debonair, telling his lying story, and later on, flying to safety.
Captain Sayre was not more than five or six years older than Patty, but he had the air of a man of the world, while Patty's greatest charm was her simple, unsophisticated manner. "I wish you were," she said, a little regretfully; "all the boys I know are nice, enthusiastic young people, like myself, and I'd like some one to be different, just for a change." "Well, I can't.
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