United States or Heard Island and McDonald Islands ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
It was young and brutal, but there were times when the business perspicuity of the first Reuben Vanderpoel, combining with the fiery, wounded spirit of his young descendant, rendered Bettina brutal. She saw certain unadorned facts with unsparing young eyes and wanted to state them.
"You met with an accident," the "looker" explained, still smiling with both lips and eyes. "Your bicycle chain broke and you were thrown and hurt yourself. It happened in the avenue in the park. We found you and brought you in. You are at Stornham Court, which belongs to Sir Nigel Anstruthers. Lady Anstruthers is my sister. I am Miss Vanderpoel." "Hully gee!" ejaculated G. Selden inevitably.
They talked together when they turned to follow the others to the retreat of G. Selden. "Have you bought a Delkoff?" Lord Dunholm inquired. "If I could have afforded it, I should have bought one." "I think that we have come here with the intention of buying three. We did not know we required them until Miss Vanderpoel recited half a page of the catalogue to us."
Mount Dunstan thanked him in the usual formula, and then spoke to Betty. "G. Selden left us tremulous and fevered with ecstatic anticipation. He carried your kind letter to Mr. Vanderpoel, next to his heart. His brain seemed to whirl at the thought of what 'the boys' would say, when he arrived with it in New York. You have materialised the dream of his life!"
Miss Vanderpoel leaned forward with an amazingly fervid expression on her face. "Tommy! Tommy!" she cried to the little boy. "Here I am, Tommy. We can say good-bye from here." The little boy, looking up, broke into a wail of despair. "Betty! Betty! Betty!" he cried. "I wanted to kiss you, Betty." Betty held out her arms.
Buttle, if he had chanced to see them, would have broken into a light perspiration at the idea of a young woman having compiled the documents. He had never heard of the first Reuben Vanderpoel. Her father's reply to Betty was as long as her own to him, and gave her keen pleasure by its support, both of sympathetic interest and practical advice.
I have never told you of it, but I have been thinking over it ever since I was fifteen years old." She went to her mother and kissed her. She wore a becoming but resolute expression. "We will not talk about it now," she said. "There are some things I must find out." When she had left the room, which she did almost immediately, Mrs. Vanderpoel sat down and cried.
It was plain enough that he could not arrange his fortune as he had anticipated when he decided to begin to make love to little pink and white, doll-faced Rosy Vanderpoel. If he began to demand monetary advantages in his dealing with his future wife's people in their settlement of her fortune, he might arouse suspicion and inquiry.
It was, in fact, the thing which the second-class passenger, Salter, had been at once attracted and stirred to rebellion by when Miss Vanderpoel came on board the Meridiana. Betty did not look too small for her high-backed chair, and she did not forget herself when she talked. In spite of all she had found, her imagination was stirred by the surroundings.
At the end of the laurel walk was a pretty peep of the country, and Miss Vanderpoel had brought him to see it. Nigel Anstruthers had been loitering behind with Jane and Mary. As Miss Vanderpoel turned with him into the path, she stooped and picked a blossom from a clump of speedwell growing at the foot of a bit of wall. "Lady Jane's eyes are just the colour of this flower," she said.
Word Of The Day