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Updated: May 12, 2025
Steve O'Valley opened the door connecting their offices, displaying a face as happy as a schoolboy's on a Christmas holiday. "Miss Constantine is downstairs, I'm going to escort her up," he announced, shutting the door as abruptly as he had opened it. Presently there came into Steve's office someone who was saying in a light, gay voice: "Perfectly awful old place, Stevuns as bad as papa's.
"So we must talk about my being a failure, my father clipping your wings of industry and all that yet we must not mention a woman who has loved you and gossiped about it." "She did not! You know Trudy you know her nature," he interrupted. "Taking up her defence! Noble Stevuns!
"Why, Stevuns," he almost fancied her light, gay voice saying, "aren't you funny!" Then the tiny rusty satin slippers tripped away to the latest of waltz tunes. Well, that was at an end. Perhaps even to Mary, who had come downstairs, delighted at finding extra shelf room, Steve would never confide these fleeting visions that would cross his mind from time to time; also his banished boy heart.
Steve waited until he heard the door of Constantine's room bang. He knew his wife had rushed to tell her father her side of the matter to receive the eternal heart's ease in the form of a check so she could go and play and forget all about Stevuns the brute. He walked unsteadily through the rooms of the lower floor, out on to the main balcony, and back again.
But Steve was composed, even smiling, and as he came up to her she fancied her father had made everything all right as his check book had seen fit to do upon so many occasions. The slight worry over Steve's possible folly vanished, and she felt it safe to proceed to reproach him for having been so horrid. "Now, my dear Stevuns, why did you get me all upset?
It did not take long to disillusion Steve as to this. Beatrice accepted the news of the stock failure and the new trust so easily that he saw she was incapable of changing her viewpoint. "Why gamble so, my dear Stevuns?" she began, almost petulantly. "And do you know that every time I make engagements for you you are late? You are nearly a half hour late to-night."
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