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Beatrice meanwhile, callously avowing her unworthiness, said that she was "dead tired" and went to bed. Madame von Marwitz bade Mrs. Slifer and Maude the kindest good-night, smiling dimly at them over her bedroom candlestick as she ushered them to the door. "So," she said; "I leave you to your cathedral."
She had never in all her life travelled alone before. She hardly knew how to procure her ticket, and her helplessness in regard to box and dressing-case was so apparent that Mrs. Slifer saw to the one and Maude carried the other, together with the fur-lined coat when this was thrown aside. The hours that they passed with her in the train were the strangest that the Slifers had ever passed.
"Why no," said Mrs. Slifer, keeping her clue. "I shouldn't say a poetical looking man, should you, Maude? A fleshy man very big and fleshy, and he was taking such good care of her and looked so kind of tender and worried that I concluded he was her husband. She looked like a very sick woman, Baroness." "Fleshy?" Madame von Marwitz repeated, and the word, in her moan, was almost graceful.
Hamilton K. Slifer: my girls, Maude and Beatrice. We had the privilege of making your acquaintance over a year ago, Baroness, at the station in London, just before you sailed, and we had some talks on the steamer to that perfectly charming woman, Miss Scrotton. I hope she's well. We're over again this year, you see; we pine for dear old England and come just as often as we can.
We feel we belong here more than over there sometimes, I'm afraid," Mrs. Slifer laughed swiftly and deprecatingly. "My girls are so often taken for English girls, the Burne-Jones type you know.
Slifer's arm and raising her hands to her head, while, in the background, Miss Beatrice's kodak gave a click "Will the woman drive me mad! Karen! My child! Where is she!" "Why, we saw her at the station at Brockenhurst in the New Forest didn't we Maude," said Mrs. Slifer, "and it must have been now let me see " poor Mrs. Slifer collected her wits, a bent forefinger at her lips.
Slifer, marshalling her girls, and stooping to pat Victor, was introducing herself, and while Gregory told the professor that that was Miss Woodruff, Madame Okraska's ward, she bent to expound to the Slifers the inscription on Victor's collar, speaking, it was evident, with kindness.
Her small features, indeterminate in form and incoherent in assemblage, expressed to an extraordinary degree determination and strategy. She faced the great woman. "Baroness," she said, in swift yet deliberate tones; "allow me to present myself; Mrs. Hamilton K. Slifer. We have mutual friends; Mrs. Tollman, Mrs. General Tollman of St. Louis, Missouri.
Madame von Marwitz gasped. She had again, while Mrs. Slifer spoke, seized her by the arm as though afraid that she might escape her and she now gazed with a fixed gaze above Mrs. Slifer's head and through the absorbed Maude and Beatrice. "Red hair? A large young man? Was he clean shaven? Did he wear eyeglasses? Had he the face of a musician? Did he look like an Englishman an English gentleman?"
But, with a singularly bright and puckered look, the look of a surf-bather, who measures with swift eye the height of the rolling breaker and plunges therein, the elderly lady addressed her with extraordinary volubility. "Baroness, you don't remember us but we've met before, we have a mutual friend: Mrs. General Tollman of St. Paul's, Minnesota. Allow me to introduce myself again: Mrs. Slifer Mrs.
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