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"Johnnie, I'm going to ask Miss Whitford here for dinner to-night." "Say, you ce'tainly get the best notions, honeybug," he shouted. "Do you think she'll come?" "Sure she'll come." "I'll fix up the bestest dinner ever was, and maybe " Her conclusion wandered off into the realm of unvoiced hopes, but her husband knew what it was as well as it she had phrased it.
"Pray, Mr. Whitford!" "Well, I have admired it. You show us how self can be smothered." "An echo would be a retort on you!" "On me? I am never thinking of anything else." "I could say that." "You are necessarily conscious of not swerving." "But I do; I waver dreadfully; I am not the same two days running." "You are the same, with 'ravishing divisions' upon the same."
Vernon Whitford would be sceptical. Headache or none, Colonel De Craye must be thinking strangely of her; she had not shown him any sign of illness. His laughter and his talk sung about her and dispersed the fiction; he was the very sea-wind for bracing unstrung nerves. Her ideas reverted to Sir Willoughby, and at once they had no more cohesion than the foam on a torrent-water.
'Oh, are we in for the Whitford ball? said Theodora, in a tone of disgust that checked the delighted look on Violet's face. 'Yes, my dear; your papa wishes us to go. 'What a bore! exclaimed Theodora. 'Yes, sighed Lady Martindale; 'but your papa thinks it right. 'A necessary evil eh, Violet? said Arthur. 'I hope you don't mind it? said Violet, looking anxiously at him.
I must have it, I know his shy tricks promise me to give him ultimately another chance? Is the idea repulsive to you?" "It is one not to be thought of." "It is not repulsive?" "Nothing could be repulsive in Mr. Whitford." "I have no wish to annoy you, Clara." "I feel bound to listen to you, Willoughby. Whatever I can do to please you, I will. It is my life-long duty."
The shadow which a moment before had cast a veil over the face of Blanche he saw no longer. It had vanished, or his vision was not now clear enough to discern its subtle texture. "Take good care of Blanche," said Mr. Birtwell, in a light voice. "And you, pet, see that Mr. Whitford enjoys himself." Blanche did not reply. Her father turned away.
At the door she said to the waiter who had followed her out, drawn by a look she gave him: "I will be ready to go in five minutes, and I want Mr. Whitford to go with me. Get him down to the door as quietly as you can." The waiter went back into the supper-room, and with a tact that came from experience in cases similar to this managed to get the young man away without arousing his opposition.
Whitford in one of the rooms over the post-office. The custom house official was restlessly pacing the floor. "Well, Tom!" he exclaimed, shaking hands, "I'm glad to see you. I was afraid something had happened. I was delayed myself, but when I did arrive and found you hadn't been heard from, I didn't know what to think. I couldn't get you on the wireless. The plant here is out of repair."
"What now, my dear? what is it?" said Dr. Middleton, seeing that the door was shut on them. "Nothing, papa," she replied, calmly. "You've not locked the door, my child? You turned something there: try the handle." "I assure you, papa, the door is not locked." "Mr. Whitford will be here instantly. We are engaged on tough matter.
"What does it mean," asked Ned, who, with Mr. Damon, had entered the motor room, and stood curiously regarding the scene. "Bless my napkin ring!" said the odd man. "That's the name of a hotel. Do you suppose the smugglers are stopping there?" "Hardly," replied Mr. Whitford with a smile. "But St.
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