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Updated: May 25, 2025
The second the house was quiet Father was ready. He didn't even have to put on an overcoat he hadn't any worth putting on. His old overcoat had finally gone to seed and was the chief thing abandoned with the steamer-trunk. He turned up his coat-collar and slung his muffler about his neck, put his brown slouch-hat impudently on one side of his white head, and stood rejuvenated, an adventurer.
Lulu Hartwig arrived with a steamer-trunk, two new gowns, a camera, and Harry. She seemed disappointed not to find a large summer hotel with dancing and golf next door to "The T Room," and she didn't hesitate to say that her parents would have done better which meant that Lulu would have enjoyed her visit more if they had "located" at Bar Harbor or Newport.
She was quite aware of Hastings' presence, ready to be flattered if he looked at her, but on the other hand she felt her superiority, for she had been three weeks in Paris and he, it was easy to see, had not yet unpacked his steamer-trunk. Her conversation was complacent.
It was easy to conclude that I had been mistaken, that my nervous system was somewhat overwrought as a result of my hurried return from Cairo from Cairo where I had left behind me many a fondly cherished hope. I addressed myself again to the task of unpacking my steamer-trunk and was so engaged when again a sound in the corridor outside brought me upright with a jerk.
I can get you a steamer-trunk wholesale, anyway. Look, it's nearly two o'clock already! Come on and be game! Think of it out in the park a day like this! Grass growing, birds singing, and the zoo and all. Aw, be game, Miss Miriam!" "If I thought Ray would help mamma; but she's got a grouch on and " "Sure she will!
And she stepped into the elevator. He waved through the trellis-work, as she moved upward, brandishing his hat. She answered with a flourish of her bunch of violets. "Good-by!" At the threshold her mother met her, querulous and in the midst of adjusting summer covers to furniture. "How late! I hope, Miriam, right away you had the steamer-trunk sent up. Good berths good state-rooms you got?
He stood at the door, unmoving, till the house was quiet, while Mother nervously hung their farewell note on the electric light, and slipped into her overcoat and the small black hat that was no longer new and would scarce be impressive to Matilda Tubbs now. They had decided to abandon the steamer-trunk, though Mother made a bundle of the more necessary things.
The speaker tossed a bunch of keys upon the berth, saying: "Glance through the steamer-trunk while you're here and declare me in on anything-you find." Mr. Hyde rose to his feet and retreated a step; his look of relief was replaced by one of dark suspicion. As always, in moments of extremity, he began to laugh. "Who are you?" he demanded. "I? Why, I live here. That's my baggage.
Mechanically the girl opened her eyes and stared at him fixedly until his own eyes fell. "Eve!" called her father sharply from the next room, "where in creation is my data concerning North American orchids?" "In my steamer-trunk," began the girl. "On the left hand side. Tucked in between your riding-boots and my best hat." "O h," called her father.
"Tomorrow at dawn," observed the Irishman, "we shall see Cape Mattapan rising from the sea. After that, Athens for a few hours; then coasting through the Cyclades, close to the mainland often." And glancing over to the berth, while pretending to be busy with his steamer-trunk, he saw the great smile of happiness break over the other's face like a sunrise....
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