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Spragg said no more, but resorted to the soothing labial motion of revolving his phantom toothpick. "How's Undie getting along?" he merely asked, as he and his son-in-law descended together in the elevator. "She doesn't seem to feel much stronger. The doctor wants her to run over to Europe for a few weeks. She thinks of joining her friends the Shallums in Paris." Mr.
"Fact is, Undie," he said, weakening, "I'm a little mite strapped just this month." Her eyes grew absent-minded, as they always did when he alluded to business. THAT was man's province; and what did men go "down town" for but to bring back the spoils to their women? She rose abruptly, leaving her parents seated, and said, more to herself than the others: "Think I'll go for a ride."
Undine jealously watched Mr. Popple's progress from box to box, from brilliant woman to brilliant woman; but just as it seemed about to carry him to their door he reappeared at his original post across the house. "Undie, do look there's Mr. Marvell!" Mabel began again, with another conspicuous outbreak of signalling; and this time Undine flushed to the nape as Mrs.
But it's not only that: there are other reasons for my wanting to go." Mr. Spragg still held to his mild tone of banter. "I never knew you short on reasons, Undie. Trouble is you don't always know other people's when you see 'em." His daughter's lips tightened. "I know your reasons when I see them, father: I've heard them often enough.
Suddenly he looked up and said: "Ain't you in love with the fellow, Undie?" The girl glared back at him, her splendid brows beetling like an Amazon's. "Do you think I'd care a cent for all the rest of it if I wasn't?" "Well, if you are, you and he won't mind beginning in a small way." Her look poured contempt on his ignorance. "Do you s'pose I'd drag him down?"
The one question she invariably asked: "You heard from Undie?" had been relatively easy to answer while his wife's infrequent letters continued to arrive; but a Saturday came when he felt the blood rise to his temples as, for the fourth consecutive week, he stammered out, under the snapping eyes of Mrs.
Spragg, venturing timidly to release it, had a full view of her daughter's face in the glass. "Why, Undie, YOU'RE as white as a sheet now! You look fairly sick. What's the matter, daughter?" The girl broke away from her. "Oh, can't you leave me alone, mother? There do I look white NOW?" she cried, the blood flaming into her pale cheeks; and as Mrs.
"You know, Undie, father hasn't always got the money in his pocket, and the bills have been pretty heavy lately. Father was a rich man for Apex, but that's different from being rich in New York." She stood before her daughter, looking down on her appealingly. Undine, who had seated herself while she detached her stock and waistcoat, raised her head with an impatient jerk.
"Won't you take just a sup of milk before you go to bed?" she suggested at length, as Undine sank into an armchair. "I've got some for you right here in the parlour." Without looking up the girl answered: "No. I don't want anything. Do go to bed." Her mother seemed to be struggling between the life-long instinct of obedience and a swift unformulated fear. "I'm going, Undie." She wavered.
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