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Updated: June 18, 2025
'You oughtn't to bemean yourself by associating with your inferiors. 'Bemean fiddlesticks! cried Vernie; 'I don't believe there is such a word. Jack is the cleverest man I know cleverer than Mr. Jardine, and that's saying a great deal.
Vernie is as bilious as he can be; he eats too many compots and little fours. I shall keep him to plain bread and butter for a bit, and it will do him a world of good. There's no use talking, Ida, I mean you to 'ave a 'at; and if you won't come and choose it I must choose it myself, concluded the little woman, dropping more aspirates as she grew more excited.
I'll wait here just twenty minutes for you. . . . Yes, you can and you will! You seem to forget, my friend, that I hold the whip hand. . . . No hard feelings, Vernie, but you know what's in store for you if you don't do what you're told. . . That's better! In twenty minutes? Right!"
Mamma will be asleep over her knitting, how she does sleep! and she'll wake up surprised when we go home, and say, "Gracious, is it ten o'clock? These summer evenings are so short!" 'But you ought to be in bed, Vernie. 'No, I oughtn't. The thrushes haven't gone to bed yet. Hark at that one singing his evening hymn! Do come just a wee bit further.
Willa's voice rang out above the amazed gasp which ran around the table. "I saw you running up the hands before when you cleaned Mr. Follinsbee on four planted jacks. That's why I eased myself into the game." Shirley obeyed, with a sickly smile. "Really, this is most extraordinary!" he drawled. "Is your charming cousin about to entertain us with a bit of wild-West melodrama, Vernie?"
'A gipsy! and with so much plate as there is in this house! exclaimed Lady Palliser. 'Oh, Vernie, you ought not to have asked me to ask him! 'Don't be afraid, mother, said Ida; 'he shall be sharply looked after, if he does come. 'Looked after, indeed! Why, you might give him the run of a silver mine. What does he care for your trumpery silver spoons? cried Vernon, contemptuously.
'No, Vernie, that's not it. I hope it will be a great many years before your father is taken away. 'But you don't think so, argued Vernon. 'You told him the other day that if he did not walk more, and take less champagne, he would soon kill himself. 'But I didn't mean it, darling. I only spoke for his good. The doctor says he must take no champagne, or only the dryest of the dry.
Whatever the situation confronting her might be, she was the prime mover and the initiative was hers. What strange motive could lurk behind her calm surety and singleness of purpose? "I can tell you where she goes, if you want to know!" Angie said suddenly and turned with a mendacious inspiration on her brother. "So could Vernie. He saw her! It's to a little frame cottage away up on the Parkway."
Wimperfield with its lighted windows, stone walls, and classic portico, had seemed to her only as a prison-house, a whited sepulchre, fair without and loathsome within. Vernie was full of curiosity about that little scene at the dinner table.
He went up these stairs in three or four bounds, banged and bolted the door of the upper chamber; and his unbidden guests were left looking at each other in bewildered silence. Lady Palliser, after a gasp or two, was the first to speak. 'Did you ever see such manner? she exclaimed; 'such a perfect brute? Vernie, you must never speak to that horrid feature again.
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