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Classon and Colonel Vetchen wafted Virginia up the steps. Cuyp lingered to venture a heavy pleasantry or two which distorted his long nose into a series of white-ridged wrinkles, then he ambled away and disappeared within the abode of that divinity who shapes our ends, the manicure; and Hamil turned once more toward the gardens.
And with that they parted just as the happy little Vetchen, catching sight of them, came bustling up with all the fuss and demonstration of a long-lost terrier.
Sometimes it is merely fastidious observance of convention and a sensitive escort. It all depends on the world one inhabits; it does indeed. An hour or two later that afternoon Wayward and Constance Palliser, Gussie Vetchen, and Livingston Cuyp gazed with variously mingled sentiments upon the torpid saurians belonging to one Alligator Joe in an enclosure rather remote from the hotel.
Look at Courtlandt Classon, intellectually destitute! Cuyp, a mental brother to the ox; and Vetchen to the ass; and Mrs. Van Dieman to somebody's maidservant that old harridan with all the patrician distinction of a Dame des Halles " "Please, Louis!" "Dear, I am right.
So there was no privacy there, and that was the reason Virginia evaded them, side-stepped Gussie Vetchen at the desk, eluded old Classon in the palm room, and fled like a ghost through the empty corridors as though the deuce were at her heels instead of in her heart. The heart of Virginia was cutting up.
"Yes, I do if you can give me some without asking how many lumps I take like the inevitable heroine in a British work of fiction " "Jim, what a bear you are to-day!" And to Shiela, who was laughing: "He snapped and growled at Gussie Vetchen and he glared and glowered at Livingston Cuyp, and he's scarcely vouchsafed a word to me this afternoon except the civility you have just heard.
Colonel Vetchen is hunting for me and I'm going to let him find me now. Why don't you come back with us if you are not looking for anybody in particular." "I'm looking for Shiela Cardross," he said. "Oh, she's over there on the terrace holding her fascinating court with Louis Malcourt at her heels as usual." "I didn't know that Malcourt was usually at her heels," he said almost irritably.
"Jim Wayward and I discuss the matter every day; I don't know what he thinks he's so obstinate some days and sometimes he is irritable when Gussie Vetchen and Cuyp talk too inanely bless their hearts! I really don't know what I shall do with James Wayward. What would you suggest?" On the heels of this letter went another.
"Rather undignified for a thing as big as that to lay eggs like a hen," observed Cuyp, not intending to be funny. Wayward and Miss Palliser had wandered off together to inspect the pumps. Vetchen, always inquisitive, had discovered a coy manatee in one tank, and was all for poking it with his walking-stick until he saw its preposterous countenance emerge from the water.
Gussie Vetchen openly admitted his distinguished consideration, and Courtlandt Classon toddled busily about Shiela's court, and even the forlorn Cuyp had become disgustingly unfaithful and no longer wrinkled his long Dutch nose into a series of white corrugations when Wayward took Miss Palliser away from him.
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