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"Abel!" said his sister, running toward him, and pulling him forward. "Mr. Wetherley, this is my brother, Mr. Abel Newt." The young men bowed. "Oh, indeed!" said Zephyr. "How'd he come here listening?" "Chance, chance, Mr. Wetherley. I have just returned from school. Pretty tough old school-boy, hey? Well, it's all the grandpa's doing. Grandpas are extraordinary beings, Mr. Wetherley.
"But but but " stammered he. "Well but why but haven't you somehow answered the question?" inquired he, with gleams of doubtful intelligence shooting across his face. Fanny Newt smiled icily. "As you please," said she. Poor Zephyr was bewildered. "It is very confusing, somehow, Miss Newt, isn't it?" said he, wiping his face. "Yes, Mr. Wetherley; one should always look before he leaps."
Society of that day boasted few better-dressed men than Zephyr Wetherley. His judgment in a case of cravat was unerring. He had been in Europe, and was quoted when waistcoats were in debate. He had been very attentive to Mr. Alfred Dinks and Mr. Bowdoin Beacon, the two Boston youths who had been charming society during the season that was now over. He was even a little jealous of Mr. Dinks.
We have thought it all over, and have been paying old Wetherley, who was once in the band of a regiment, to teach us the bugle, and he says we can sound all the calls now as well as any bugler going. We did not like to tell you till we had made up our minds to go; but we have gone regularly to him every day since the first week we came here."
After Mrs. Newt had left the room Mr. Wetherley fell into confusion. He immediately embarked, of course, upon the weather; while Fanny, taking up a book, looked casually into it with a slight air of ennui. "Have you read this?" said she to Mr. Wetherley. "No, I suppose not; eh! what is it?" replied Zephyr, who was not a reading man. "It is John Meal's 'Rachel Dyer." "Oh, indeed! No, indeed.
Now there was " "Oh, indeed! Really, I must go. Good-morning, Miss Newt. Good-morning, Sir." And Mr. Zephyr Wetherley departed. The brother and sister laughed. "Sensible fellow," said Abel; "he flies the grandpas." "How did you come here, you wretch!" asked Fanny, "listening to my secrets?" "My dear, I arrived this morning, only half an hour ago.
Please, please, Miss Newt!" entreated Zephyr Wetherley. "Mr. Wetherley," interrupted the other, imperiously, "you wish to ask me to marry you. I desire to spare you the pain of my answer to that question by preventing your asking it." Mr. Wetherley was confounded. He wrinkled his brows doubtfully a moment he stared at the floor and at Miss Newt he looked foolish and mortified.
"How should I know, mother?" "Why, my dear, you have been so intimate with him." "My dear mother, how can any body be intimate with Alfred Dinks? You might as well talk of breathing in a vacuum." "But, Fanny, he is a very good sort of young man so respectable, and with such good manners, and he has a very pretty fortune " Mrs. Newt was interrupted by the servant, who announced Mr. Wetherley.
"Why not at this moment, Mr. Wetherley?" "Ah, Miss Newt, how can you when you know my feelings? Did you not carry my bouquet at the theatre last evening? Have you not long authorized me by your treatment to declare " "Stop, Mr. Wetherley," said Fanny, calmly. "The day is warm let us be cool. Don't say any thing which you will regret to remember.
It was not pleasant for young Wetherley, and his friends in a similar situation, to sit down to a night at cards with such a desperate player as Abel Newt. Besides, his rooms had lost that air of voluptuous elegance which was formerly so unique. The furniture was worn out, and not replaced.
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