United States or American Samoa ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"It is a strange interest-utterly unlike me " "How do you know it isn't more like you than anything you ever did in your life?" That struck him to silence; he gave her a quick inquiring glance, and looked away at once; and Sharlee, for the moment entirely oblivious of the noise and the throng all about her, went on. "I called that a magnificent boast once about your being editor of the Post.
"I'm afraid," said Nicolovius, smoothly, it was the only word he uttered during the meal, "your remark harrows Miss Weyland with reminders of the late Mr. Surface." The Major stopped short, and a silence fell over the table. It was promptly broken by Mrs. Paynter, who invited Mrs. Brooke to have a second cup of coffee. Sharlee looked at her plate and said nothing.
That left his father's son staring at a debt of $450,000, due and payable now. It was of course, utterly hopeless. The interest on that sum alone was $18,000 a year, and he could not earn $5000 a year to save his immortal soul. So the son knew that, however desperately he might strive, he would go to his grave more deeply in debt to Sharlee Weyland than he stood at this moment.
You, I suppose, subscribe to all the tenets of the Christian faith?" Sharlee hesitated. "I'm not sure that I can answer that with a direct yes, and I will not answer it with any sort of no. So I'll say that I believe in them all, modified a little in places to satisfy my reason." "Ah, they are subject to modification, then?" "Certainly. Aren't you?
I have always understood that.... Still, it seems that I required you to rediscover it for me in terms of everyday life...." "No, no!" she interrupted, "I didn't do that. Most of it you did yourself. The start, the first push don't you know? it came from Fifi." "Well," he said slowly, "what was Fifi but you again in miniature?" "A great deal else," said Sharlee. Her gaze fell.
Sharlee, feeling the necessity of breaking it, still puzzling herself with speculations as to what had put it into his head to come, said at random: "Oh, do tell me how is old Père Goriot?" "Père Goriot? I never heard of him." "Oh, forgive me! It is a name we used to have, long ago, for Professor Nicolovius." A shadow crossed his brow. "He is extremely well, I believe."
Why should he confine his entire relations with me in twenty-four years to two preposterous detective-story letters?" Sharlee said nothing. To tell the truth, she thought the behavior of Queed Senior puzzling in the last degree. "You grasp the situation? He knows exactly where I am; evidently he has known it all along.
Another man at such a moment would have contented himself with a pretty speech, but West gave his sacred confidence. He told Sharlee about the presidency of Blaines College. Sharlee did not have to ask what he would do with such an offer.
West leaned forward, interest fully awakened on his charming face, and Sharlee watched him, pleased with herself. It had occurred to her, in fact, that Mr. West was tired; and this was the solemn truth. He was a man of large responsibilities, with a day's work behind him and a night's work ahead of him.
So the glorious evening was half spent before, in an intermission, he found himself facing Sharlee Weyland, who was uncommonly well attended, imploring her hand for the approaching waltz. Without the smallest hesitation, Sharlee drew her ornamental pencil through the next name on her list, and ordered her flowers and fan transferred from the hands of Mr. Beverley Byrd to those of Mr.
Word Of The Day