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Vandermarck threw himself back in his chair with an expression of relief, and took off his straw hat. "If you had been in Wall-street since ten o'clock this morning you would be prepared to enjoy this sail," he said. "Is Wall-street so very much more disagreeable than other places? I think my uncle regrets every moment that he spends away from it." "Ah, yes. Mr.
Vandermarck to come and dine, and I thought perhaps you'd rather not be bored; we shall have business to talk about, and business is such a nuisance when you're not interested in it." "Very well, my dear," said Mrs. Throckmorton, with indestructible good-humor. "Or you might have a headache, if you'd rather, and I'll send your dinner up to you. I'll be sure Susan takes you everything that's nice."
My incoherent little speech had brought him to his senses. "I am not going away angry," he said in a low voice, "I will promise not to speak to you again to-night. Only remember that I have feelings as well as Mr. Richard Vandermarck." In a moment more I was alone. Richard did not come near me, nor seem to notice me, as he passed through the hall. Presently Mr.
But do you tell me, Miss Pauline, you havn't any younger fellows than Richard on your cards? Do they keep you as quiet as all that in Varick-street?" I knew by intuition this was impertinence, and no doubt I looked annoyed, and Mr. Vandermarck hastened to obliterate the impression by a very rapid movement upon the scenery, the beauties of the river, and many things as novel.
But upon the third or fourth occasion of his being there, I became interested, finding often a pair of handsome eyes fixed on me, and being occasionally addressed and made a partner in the conversation. Uncle Leonard very rarely talked to me, and I think found me in the way when Richard Vandermarck made the talk extend to me. But this was the beginning of a very much improved era for me.
"I don't know what I lack," I cried, bending down my head to hide my flushed face; "but I hate to be scolded and have scenes." "But who has a right to scold you and to make a scene?" "Nobody: only everybody does it all the same." "Everybody, I suppose, means Mr. Richard Vandermarck, who is frowning at you this moment from the hall."
He was rather handsomer than Richard, not so tall, but more vivacious and more amusing, much more so. I began to think Richard rather dull when I contrasted him with his brother. When we reached the wharf, Mr. Vandermarck, after disposing of the baggage, gave his arm to me, and took me to an open wagon which was waiting for us.
And her height and suppleness: at twenty-five she will be regal." "Then, Mr. Langenau," she cried, with sudden spitefulness, "you do admire her very much yourself! Do you know, I thought perhaps you did. How you must envy Mr. Vandermarck!" A slight shrug of the shoulders and a slight low laugh; after which, he said, "No, I think not. I have not the courage that is necessary."
When we reached the boat, the clerk, a respectful youth, conducted me to the upper deck, and then left me with Ann, while he went down about the baggage. With all our precautions, we were rather late, for the last bell was ringing; Ann was in a fever of impatience, and I was quite uncertain what to do, the clerk not having returned, and Mr. Kilian Vandermarck not having yet appeared.
"The courage! why, what do you mean by that?" "I mean that a man who ventures to love a woman in whom he cannot trust, has need for courage and for patience; perhaps Mr. Richard Vandermarck has them both abundantly. For me, I think the pretty Miss Pauline would be safer as an hour's amusement than as a life's companion." The words stabbed, killed me.
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