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Underhill, do we understand one another?" He rose to leave with this, but Underhill, stepping quickly forward, laid a hand upon his arm. "You don't suppose for a moment, Mr. Edestone, that we will allow you to leave England and go to Germany to sell them your invention and have it used against us?" "You have my word, Mr.
His son joined them; not the ruddy, clean-shaven youth that had landed from the wreck twelve days before, but a gaunt man whose hollow cheeks were dark with a stubby beard. "Underhill gives up hope at last," said his father. "Then I'm ashamed of him," said Tom cheerfully. "Never say die. Go and have a sleep, old man; it's enough to give any one the blues, keeping watch in the dark.
Don't you see the scheme?" "Where is this extraordinary individual?" inquired the Foreign Minister, completing his inspection of the table. "What has become of him?" His thin voice was as evenly modulated as if he were asking where he had put his other glove. "Oh, probably at Boodle's or Brookes's lunching with some of his friends," Underhill answered indifferently.
The clock on the mantelpiece chimed the half hour. "I wish to goodness they would arrive," she said. "They'll be here pretty soon, I expect." "It's rather awful," said Jill, "to think of Lady Underhill racing all the way from Mentone to Paris and from Paris to Calais and from Calais to Dover and from Dover to London simply to inspect me. You can't wonder I'm nervous, Freddie."
Doctor Joe just carried her up the steps, and opened the door with his latch-key. But Mrs. Underhill had heard them, and she came downstairs, wrapped in a shawl. "Oh, Joe, how could you keep her out so late! Do you know it's almost three o'clock?" Then the mother folded her to her heart.
"How delightfully romantic!" cried Miss Butler. "There's a big wheel in the garret at Yonkers, and a little wheel, and a funny reel," said Hanny, who was sitting on Miss Butler's lap, "and we used to play the reel was a mill, and make believe we ground corn." "I've done many a day's spinning!" exclaimed Mrs. Underhill.
"And oh, father, the cousins really are here. Two old, old ladies " Mr. Underhill inquired about them, and learned their circumstances were quite straitened. He promised to come up soon and see them. Mrs. Brockner kissed Hanny, quite charmed with her simplicity and pretty manner. And she had never once thought about the length of her old brown skirt. It was supper time when they reached home.
"Suppose," he muttered, "the fellow should actually have ? But, pshaw! It's simply a mammoth Yankee bluff. That Foreign Department at Washington is just silly enough to believe that it can frighten us with its manufactured photographs. They are so anxious over there to stop the war, that they would resort to any expedient anything but fight." The telephone tinkled. "Ah! Are you there Underhill?
"Don't be a fool," said Lady Underhill, and was driven away by another baggage-truck. "You know perfectly well," she resumed, returning to the attack, "that your marriage is a matter of the greatest concern to me and to the whole of the family." "Listen, mother!"
Underhill was very chatty and pleasant with him. She had accepted the fact of Margaret's engagement, and to tell the truth was really proud of it. Already she was beginning to "lay by," as people phrased it, regardless of Lindley Murray, for her wedding outfit. There were a few choice things of Cousin Lois' that she meant for her.
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