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"I hope," she said, "that you are not going to make me ill again, Miss Vars." I surrendered at that. "No, no," I assured her. "No, I'm not. I'm thoughtless. I think only of myself. I'll go and call Miss Van de Vere." "That will not be necessary," said Mrs. Sewall. "You may show me the cretonne, now that you are here." For half an hour we hunted for peacocks.
And will you tell me, Miss Vars," she went on, a little more humanely, "why you are seeking a position as private secretary?" "Why, to earn my living," I replied. "And why do you wish to earn your living?" "The instinct to exist, I suppose." "Come," said Mrs. Sewall, "why are you here in New York, Miss Vars?
During the following week Miss Vars often caught a fleeting glimpse of Mr. Sewall on his way in or out of town. She heard that he attended a Country Club dance the following Saturday night, at which she chanced not to be present. She was told he had actually partaken of refreshment in the dining-room of the Country Club and had allowed himself to be introduced to several of her friends.
Neff's district extended in one direction from Vars to Briançon, and in another from Champsaur in the valley of the Drac to San Veran on the slope of Monte Viso, close to the Italian frontier. His residence was fixed at La Chalp, above Queyras, but as he rarely slept more than three nights in one place, he very seldom enjoyed its seclusion.
The lights are very pretty on your hilltop from The Homestead, our place, you know." "Ah, The Homestead!" The chilliness was frosty now. Edith blushed. "Perhaps you do not recall me, Mrs. Sewall I am Mrs. Alexander Vars you know. My sister " "Oh, yes Mrs. Alexander Vars. I recall you quite well, Mrs. Vars. Perfectly, in fact," she said. Then stopped short. There was a terrible silence.
As soon as I felt that my success at Van de Vere's was assured, I wrote to my family and asked them to drop in and see me. The first of the family to arrive was Edith, one day in February. Isabel, the maid, announced Mrs. Alexander Vars to me. I sent down for her to come up.
She shook out the handkerchief, then she added, coughing slightly first behind the sheer square of linen, "I should like you to start in upon your duties, Miss Vars, as soon as possible tomorrow morning if it can be arranged." I was taken unawares. I had not expected this. "Why but do you think I'm sorry," I stumbled, "but on further consideration I feel that I " "Wait a minute, please.
Often, annoyed beyond control, she would exclaim, "Come, come, Marie, how clumsy you are! All thumbs! Miss Vars, do you mind? Would you be so kind?" Often I found myself buttoning gloves, untangling knots in platinum chains, and fastening hooks. As late fall wore into early winter, frequently I presided at the tea-table in Mrs.
Better at figures than you, my dear Miss Vars, but oh, her complexion! Really I couldn't drink tea with Miss Armstrong. I never tried it, but I'm sure it would not have been pleasant. You have such pretty coloring, my dear. Shan't I call you Ruth some day?" Spontaneously it burst out. I had never had the affection of an older woman. I grasped it. "Do, yes, do call me Ruth," I exclaimed.
You appear to be a young lady of good birth and culture, accustomed to the comforts, and I should say, the luxuries of life, if I am a judge. Why are you here in New York seeking employment?" "To avoid becoming a parasite, Mrs. Sewall," I replied. You are young to fear parasitism, Miss Vars." "I suppose so," I acknowledged pleasantly, and looked out of the window. Beneath Mrs.
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