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Presently the others began to trickle up. Stella Vanderley was one of the first. I thought she looked a bit pale and tired. She said she hadn't slept well. That accounted for it. Unless you get your eight hours, where are you? "Seen George?" I asked. I couldn't help thinking the name seemed to freeze her a bit.
"'It is delightful to think, thus Marcia writes, 'that Sylvia's life is at last settled for her, and that, too, in the right way. Of course, neither you nor I would be satisfied with a match like that; but Sylvia is not only satisfied with Mr. Vanderley, but I have no doubt that she will be perfectly happy with him.
I think, Mr. Vanderley, that it would be of advantage to you to consider my proposition." I did consider it, and the next evening I engaged Chester Walkirk as an under-study. In order to be at hand when I might need him, Walkirk took up his residence at the village tavern, or, as some of us were pleased to call it, the inn.
At the foot of the bed stood Mother Anastasia clad in her severest gray, her brows knit and her lips close pressed. "Sister Hagar," she repeated, "what is all this?" I let down the old man's head, and Sylvia, placing the almost empty bowl upon the table, replied serenely: "Mr. Vanderley is making a beginning in brotherhood work the brotherhood of the House of Martha, you know.
I can't prove there's no Alfred when my only chance of avoiding prison is to be Alfred." "Well, you've made things right for yourself with Stella Vanderley, anyway," I said, to cheer him up. "What's the good of that now? I've hardly any money and no prospects. How can I marry her?" I pondered. "It looks to me, old top," I said at last, "as if things were in a bit of a mess."
"Put that in the past tense, please," I replied; "whatever it may have given, it gives nothing now. To hope would be absurd." "Mr. Vanderley," exclaimed Walkirk, "I would not give up in that way.
He spoke with a German accent. "Mr. Marshall?" he said. "I am Count Fritz von Coeslin, equerry to His Serene Highness" he clicked his heels together and saluted "the Prince of Saxburg-Leignitz." Mrs. Vanderley jumped up. "Why, Count," she said, "what ages since we met in Vienna! You remember?" "Could I ever forget? And the charming Miss Stella, she is well, I suppose not?"
"It's the sort of thing that might happen to anybody. Directly Stella Vanderley broke off our engagement I " "Broke off your engagement? How long were you engaged?" "About two minutes. It may have been less. I hadn't a stop-watch. I proposed to her at ten last night in the saloon. She accepted me. I was just going to kiss her when we heard someone coming. I went out.
Among those present were myself, my man Voules, a Mrs. Vanderley, her daughter Stella, Mrs. Vanderley's maid Pilbeam and George. George was a dear old pal of mine. In fact, it was I who had worked him into the party.
"I hardly expected you to do that," said he, "although I must insist that it is not a nunnery, and there is no Lady Abbess. There is a Head Mother, and some sub-mothers, I believe. My idea was that Mrs. Vanderley should drive over there and make inquiries for you.
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