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He wanted to be near enough to watch it without, however, any real faith in its continuation. And, also, there was Miss Suydam. Her development would not be quite as agreeable to witness; process of disillusioning her, little by little, until he had undermined himself sufficiently to make the final break with her very easy for her.
"I'm sorry; I was inclined to like her. She misses more than I do because we are a jolly and amusing family. It's curious how much energy is wasted disliking people. Who is Miss Suydam?" "She's a sort of a relative. I have always known her. I'm sorry she was rude. She is sometimes." They said no more about her or about his aunt; and presently they moved on again, luncheon being imminent.
Cecile's observations were plainly perfunctory, but she made them nevertheless, for she had begun to take the same feminine interest in Malcourt that everybody was now taking in view of his very pronounced attentions to Virginia Suydam. All the world may not love a lover, but all the world watches him.
"We've none of us been able to discover what isn't the matter with it! Why in thunder did you hold on so long?" "Because I I love her, I suppose." "Did you ask her to marry you?" Suydam had been itching to ask the question for days. "No, I was just getting to it when Pointer bolted. I I'm slow at such things." There was a moment's pause. "Doc, what's the matter with my eyes?
Philip and Suydam had tinned things, and the former some cake, which by tea-time that afternoon so appallingly soon does the spoiled child of town get down to fundamentals seemed an almost immoral luxury. But the luckless fifty, already unstrung by the worry of the last forty-eight hours, fed on salt sea air, and it was not until sundown that one of the British came to ask what should be done.
Her anxious glance swept past him to the big, awkward figure against the window's light. Austin was rising with apparent difficulty, and she glided to him. "Please! Don't rise! How many times have I told you not to exert yourself?" Suydam noted the gentle, proprietary tone of her voice, and it amazed him. "I am very glad that you came to see me." The afflicted man's voice was jerky and unmusical.
"Ulysses among the sirens," she whispered as they made their way toward their hostess, exchanging recognition with people everywhere in the throngs. "Here they are all of them and there's Miss Suydam, too unconscious of us. How hath the House of Hamil fallen! "If you talk that way I won't leave you for one second while we're here!" he said under his breath.
When the tears of Miss Suydam had been appropriately dried, they turned and retraced their steps very slowly, her head resting against his shoulder, his arm around her thin waist, her own hand hanging loosely, trailing the big straw hat and floating veil. They spoke very seldom very, very seldom.
But Suydam said nothing; he only unclosed his eyes languidly and smiled farewell to us. The four of us who were left alive and unhurt that shameful July day sat gloomily smoking our brier-wood pipes, thinking our thoughts, and listening to the rain pattering against the canvas.
"I'm sorry to lose sight of the Park out yonder, and the trees and the children they're growing indistinct. I I like children. I've always wanted some for myself. I've dreamed about that." His thin, haggard face broke into a wistful smile. "I guess that is all over with now." "Why?" questioned Suydam, savagely. "Why don't you ask her to marry you, Bob?
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