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Lady Lawless followed Mr. Vandewaters's glance, and saw, passing on her husband's arm, a tall, fascinating girl. She smiled meaningly to herself, as she sent a quick quizzical look at the American, and said, purposely misinterpreting his exclamation: "I am not envious, Mr. Vandewaters." "Of course not. That's a commoner thing with us than with you.
I had an Eskimo dog of the right sort with me. I wrote a line on a bit of birch bark, tied it round his neck, and started him away, trusting my luck that he would pull up somewhere. He did. He ran into Vandewaters's camp that evening. Vandewaters and Pierre started away at once. They had dogs, and reached me soon. "It was the first time I had seen Pierre for years.
The two were naturally thrown together a good deal; but Miss Raglan was a girl of singular individuality and high-mindedness, and she was keen enough to see from the start what Lady Lawless suspected might happen. She did not resent this, she was a woman; but it roused in her a spirit of criticism, and she threw up a barrier of fine reserve, which puzzled Mr. Vandewaters.
"What about your ranche in Colorado, Duke?" "About as sure, I fancy, as your millionaire for Gracia." Miss Raglan did not appear at breakfast with the rest. Neither did Mr. Pride, who slept late that morning. About ten o'clock Mr. Vandewaters's agent arrived. About twelve o'clock Mr. Vandewaters saw Miss Raglan sitting alone in the library. He was evidently looking for her.
Vandewaters was in the heat of some large commercial movements. No one would have supposed it, save for the fact that telegrams and cablegrams were brought to him day and night. He had liberally salaried the telegraph-clerk to work after hours, simply to be at his service. The contents of these messages never shook his equanimity. He was quiet, urbane, dry-mannered, at all times. Mr.
Vandewaters Heavens, what a name! and that other person? And what is the other person's name?" "The other person carries the contradictory name of Stephen Pride." "Why does he continually finger his face, and show his emotions so? He assents to everything said to him by an appreciative exercise of his features." "My dear, you ask a great and solemn question.
"Don't be so sure about Vandewaters. Does he look flurried by these surroundings?" "No. He certainly has an air of contentment. It is, I suppose, the usual air of self-made Americans." "Go to London, E.C., and you will find the same, plus smugness. Now, Mr. Vandewaters has real power and taste too, as you will see. Would you think Mr. Stephen Pride a self-made man?"
They fixed me up, and we started south. And that's as it was in the beginning with Mr. John Vandewaters and me." Lady Lawless had been watching the two strangers during the talk, though once or twice she turned and looked at her husband admiringly. When he had finished she said: "That is very striking. What a pity it is that men we want to like spoil all by their lack of form!"
Vandewaters and Gracia Raglan talked more freely than they had ever done before. "Do you really like England?" she said to him; then, waving her hand lightly to the beeches and the clean-cropped grass through the window, "I mean do you like our 'trim parterres, our devotion to mere living, pleasure, sport, squiring, and that sort of thing?"
Even now, as she spoke, she remembered a day and a night since his coming, when he was absent in London; also how the party seemed to have lost its character and life, and how, when Mr. Pride condescended, for a few moments, to decline from Lady Lawless upon herself, she was even pleasant to him, making him talk about Mr. Vandewaters, and relishing the enthusiastic loyalty of the supine young man.
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