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He did not offer to help me into the vessel, but I, crude Western woman, did not miss the attention. We seated ourselves in the upholstered leather seats in the stern, and when the "luggage" had been stowed aboard, the little vessel swung away from the pier. Then I said: "If you will pardon me, Mr. van Tuiver, I should like to talk with you privately."
My husband is the bishop of this diocese, and if our ancient and untarnished name is of no importance to Sylvia van Tuiver, then, perhaps the dignity and authority of the church may have some weight " "Aunt Nannie," interrupted Sylvia, "it will do no good to drag Uncle Basil into this matter.
I perceived that he was nearing the end of his patience now. "You make it difficult for me to talk to you," he said. "I am not accustomed to having my affairs taken out of my hands by strangers." "Mr. van Tuiver," I replied, "in this most critical matter it is necessary to speak without evasion.
But as we drew nearer, I noticed a boat coming out; it proved to be one of the smaller launches heading directly for us. Neither van Tuiver nor I spoke, but both of us watched it, and he must have been wondering, as I was, what its purpose could be. When it was near enough, I made out that its passengers were Dr. Perrin and Dr. Gibson.
But I thought the world was growing really too small when I went into a hotel tea-room to wait for Sylvia, and found myself face to face with Claire Lepage! The place appointed had been the "orange-room"; I stood in the door-way, sweeping the place with my eyes, and I saw Mrs. van Tuiver at the same moment that she saw me.
The men are simply shivering in their boots they steal into the doctor's offices by the back-doors, and a whole car-load of the boys have been shipped off to Hot Springs to be boiled " And so on, while Mrs. Armistead revelled in the sensation of strolling down Main Street with Mrs. Douglas van Tuiver! Then Sylvia would go home, and get the newest reactions of the family to these horrors.
There was a whole elaborate science of how to treat the people you met, so that they would not feel slighted or so that they would feel slighted, according to circumstances. To the enjoyment of such a life it was essential that the person should believe in it. Douglas van Tuiver did believe in it; it was his religion, the only one he had.
People supposed we were going to try to get through the crowd ahead and there was no place where anyone could move. But van Tuiver went to the rear of the car, saying, in a voice of quiet authority: "A little room here, please."
But then the habits of a precocious life-time reasserted themselves, and he set his lips and told himself that he was Douglas van Tuiver. Such things might happen in raw Western colleges, but they were not according to the Harvard manner, nor the tradition of life in Fifth Avenue clubs. He could not be a boy!
I saw her blank stare. I added: "The one to pay for it is the child." "You you mean " she stammered, her voice hardly a whisper. "Oh it is impossible!" Then, with a flare of indignation: "Do you realise what you are implying that Mr. van Tuiver " "There is no question of implying," I said, quietly. "It is the facts we have to face now, and you will have to help us to face them."
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