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This point settled, she flung open her door, calling imperiously down the passage: "Celeste!" and adding, as the French maid appeared: "I want to look over all my dinner-dresses." Considering the extent of Miss Spragg's wardrobe her dinner-dresses were not many. She had ordered a number the year before but, vexed at her lack of use for them, had tossed them over impatiently to the maid.
What on earth he didn't come HERE?" "No; but he sat next to her the other night at the theatre, and she's wild with us for not having warned her." Mr. Spragg's scowl drew his projecting brows together. "Warned her of what? What's Elmer to her? Why's she afraid of Elmer Moffatt?" "She's afraid of his talking." "Talking? What on earth can he say that'll hurt HER?" "Oh, I don't know," Mrs.
"Why, I understood as much..." Ralph pushed on: "You knew it the day I met you in Mr. Spragg's office?" Moffatt considered a moment, as if the incident had escaped him. "Did we meet there?" He seemed benevolently ready for enlightenment.
But to see how negligent we were in this business, that our fleete of Jordan's should not have any notice where Spragg was, nor Spragg of Jordan's, so as to be able to meet and join in the business, and help one another; but Jordan, when he saw Spragg's fleete above, did think them to be another part of the enemy's fleete!
Spragg's opinions to be as fluid as her daughter's and the girl's very sensitiveness to new impressions, combined with her obvious lack of any sense of relative values, would make her an easy prey to the powers of folly.
It had been understood, at the time of her marriage, that the young couple were to be established within the sacred precincts of fashion; but on their return from the honeymoon the still untenanted house in West End Avenue had been placed at their disposal, and in view of Mr. Spragg's financial embarrassment even Undine had seen the folly of refusing it.
Ralph Marvell was too little versed in affairs to read between the lines of Mrs. Spragg's untutored narrative, and he understood no more than she the occult connection between Mr. Spragg's domestic misfortunes and his business triumph. Mr.
"If I can get away soon go straight over to Paris...there's some one there who'd do anything... who COULD do anything...if I was free..." Mr. Spragg's hands continued to grasp his chair-arms. "Good God, Undine Marvell are you sitting there in your sane senses and talking to me of what you could do if you were FREE?"
"Does it cost anything like that to buy your daughter's dresses?" A subterranean chuckle agitated the lower folds of Mr. Spragg's waistcoat. "I might put him in the way of something I guess he's smart enough." Mr. Dagonet made a gesture of friendly warning. "It will pay us both in the end to keep him out of business," he said, rising as if to show that his mission was accomplished.
"Undine's to be married next week, isn't she?" he asked in a conversational tone. Mr. Spragg's face blackened and he swung about in his revolving chair. "You go to " Moffatt raised a deprecating hand. "Oh, you needn't warn me off. I don't want to be invited to the wedding. And I don't want to forbid the banns." There was a derisive sound in Mr. Spragg's throat.
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