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He liked Helena, he liked her father; though he had known them but for a handful of days, it always delighted him to meet them; he always felt in their society that he was in the society of friends. One evening, when Ericson had been little more than a month in London, he found himself at an evening party given by Lady Seagraves.
Seagraves, "holding down a claim" near Rob, had come to see his neighboring "bach" because of feeling the need of company; but now that he was near enough to hear him prancing about getting supper, he was content to lie alone on a slope of the green sod. The silence of the prairie at night was well-nigh terrible.
So there was to be no outside education for the youthful Seagraves; from the nursery schoolroom no chance of escape remained. As they grew older they became wild to go to school; stories of schoolrooms and playgrounds and studies and teachers and jolly fellowship and vacations, brought to them from outside by happier children, almost crazed them with the longing for it.
Girls are thick as huckleberries back there, and I'm goin' t' bring one back, now you hear me." "Good! That's the plan," laughed Seagraves, amused at a certain timid and apprehensive look in his companion's eye.
"Well, you've given me some, anyhow." Seagraves felt that it was a wild, grand upstirring of the modem democrat against the aristocratic, against the idea of caste and the privilege of living on the labor of others. He had exposed also the native spring of the emigrant by uttering the feeling that it is better to be an equal among peasants than a servant before nobles.
Seagraves knew what he meant and listened in astonishment at this outburst. "I consider myself a sight better 'n any man who lives on somebody else's hard work. I've never had a cent I didn't earn with them hands." He held them up and broke into a grin. "Beauties, ain't they? But they never wore gloves that some other poor cuss earned."
'I am afraid I should never rival a Spaniard in compliment, he said. He never knew quite what to talk to Lady Seagraves about, but, indeed, there was no need for him to trouble himself, as Lady Seagraves could at all times talk enough for two more.
"They're up to thirty-four," cried Seagraves as the mile flags drew swiftly up. "They're jockeying us, Chick. We'll show our fire when we get ready. Let 'em rave." Vaguely there came to Deacon a sound from the river-bank Shelburne enthusiasts acclaiming a lead of a neat half a length. "Too much too much." Deacon shook his head.
Educated according to my own ideas, they must inevitably have become, in a measure, types of the set with which they are identified.... And the only serious flaw in the Seagraves was weakness." Duane nodded, looking ahead into the star-illumined night. "I don't know. Tappan's poison may have been the antidote for them in this case. Tell me, Kathleen, has Geraldine suffered?" "Yes." "Very much?"
I was beginning to be desperately afraid that you had forgotten all about me and my poor little party. It was one of Lady Seagraves' graceful little affectations to pretend that all her parties were small parties, almost partaking of the nature of impromptu festivities.
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