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Faces and figures glanced out at the hall-door for an instant each, and the keen salute of the north wind sent them invariably in again. Nobody wanted to go with a red nose or tossed hair to the breakfast-table; and breakfast was almost ready. But presently Mrs. Linceford came, and, seeing Mr. Wharne, who always interested and amused her, she ventured forth, bidding him good-morning.
"I think it was good; and I am glad you should really know Sin Saxon at the first." And at the best; Marmaduke Wharne quite understood her. She gave him, unconsciously, the key to a whole character. It might as easily have been something quite different that he should have first seen in this young girl. Next morning they all met on the piazza. Leslie Goldthwaite presented Sin Saxon to Mr. Wharne.
"'Friends of the mammon of unrighteousness. That girl has even sanctified the German!" There was only one voice like that, only one person who would so speak himself out. Leslie Goldthwaite turned quickly, and found herself face to face with Marmaduke Wharne. "I am so glad you have come!" said she. He regarded her shrewdly. "Then you can do without me," he said.
The secrets were secrets through the day; and Mrs. Linceford had her quiet fun, and opportunity for her demure teasing. "How long since Outledge was discovered and settled? by the moderns, I mean," said Mr. Wharne. "What chance will one really have of quiet there?" "Well, really, to be honest, Mr. Wharne, I'm afraid Outledge will be just at the rampant stage this summer.
"Unless you go first, and we run after you," suggested the general. "All the same. You talked Dixville to her the very first evening, you know. No, nobody can have an original Dixville idea any more. And I've been asking them, the Josselyns, and Mr. Wharne and all, and was just coming to the Goldthwaites; and now I've got them on my hands, and I don't know where in the world to take them.
She wrapped her shawl around her, and went and sat where she had sat the night before, at the eastern end of the balcony, her face toward the morning hills, as it had been toward the evening radiance and purple shade. Marmaduke Wharne was moving up and down, stopping a little short of her when he turned, keeping his own solitude as she kept hers.
It won't matter the first night, will it?" "Leslie Goldthwaite, you're getting slow! Augusta!" "As true as I live, there is old Marmaduke Wharne!" "Let Augusta alone for not noticing a question till she chooses to answer it," said Jeannie Hadden, laughing. "And who, pray, is Marmaduke Wharne?
When Marmaduke Wharne first saw John Hautayne, he put his hand upon his shoulder, and held him so, while he looked him hardly in the face. "Do you think you deserve her, John?" the old man said. And John looked him back, and answered straightly, "No!"
"The season has begun early, and you seem likely to have a pleasant summer here," she said, with the half-considered meaning of a common fashion of speech. "No, madam!" answered Marmaduke Wharne, out of his real thought, with a blunt emphasis. "You think not?" said Mrs. Linceford suavely, in a quiet amusement. "It looks rather like it to-night." "This?
He and Leslie and Cousin Delight, the Josselyns and the Inglesides, dear Miss Craydocke hurrying up to congratulate, Marmaduke Wharne looking on without a shade of cynicism in the gladness of his face, and Sin Saxon and Frank Scherman flitting up in the pauses of dance and promenade, well, after all, these were the central group that night.
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