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"Now, Boyle, quit it," said Foxmore. "There's no use, you see." He laid his hand on Barney's arm. Barney put his hand against his breast, appearing to brush him aside, but Foxmore touched nothing till he struck the wall ten feet away. "Get back!" cried Barney, springing away from the men approaching him.
Never mind, Dick will help me." She shook off her load and ran on. At her door she met Dr. Foxmore. "Ah, good-morning," smiled the doctor, showing a double row of white teeth under his waxed mustache. "And how does the fair Miss Lane find herself this fine morning?" It took the whole force of Iola's self-mastery to keep the disgust which was swelling her heart from showing in her face.
In spite of all she could do, Iola could not keep out of her voice a slightly haughty tone. Dr. Foxmore's sense of superiority was fast deserting him. "And as to the Philharmonic solos," continued Iola, "if the directors see fit to make me an offer of the part I shall consider it." "Consider it!" gasped Dr. Foxmore.
It was time this young girl with her absurd pretensions were given to understand the magnitude of the favour that Dr. Bulling and himself were seeking to confer upon her. He became brutal. "Well, all I say is that if you know when you are well off, you'll take this chance." Iola rose with easy grace and stood erect her full height. Dr. Foxmore had not thought her so tall.
Foxmore was beginning to feel uncomfortable. The lofty air of this struggling, as yet unrecognized, country girl was both baffling and exasperating. "Oh, come, Miss Lane," he continued, making a desperate effort to recover his patronizing tone, "you know just what we all think of your ability." "What do you think of it?" Iola's tone was calmly curious.
Her face was a shade paler than usual, her eyes a little wider open, but her voice was as smooth as ever, and with just a little ring as of steel in it she inquired, "Did you come here this morning to make this threat, Dr. Foxmore?" "I came," he said bluntly, "to let you know your good fortune and to warn you not to allow any of your friends to persuade you against your own best interests."
"Oh, that's nothing," waved Dr. Foxmore, recovering his self-esteem, "we enjoyed it." "How nice of you! And you were pulling wires, too, Dr. Foxmore?" "Ah, well, we did a little work in a quiet way," replied the doctor, falling into his best professional tone. "And this yachting party, I suppose Dr. Bulling and you worked that, too? Really, Dr.
"Look here," cried Bulling, "haven't you got enough. Be thankful you're not killed. Go on! Get home! I don't run a butcher shop!" "Will you say you're a liar and a cowardly liar?" Barney's voice had in it the ring of cold steel. "I say, boys," said Bulling, appealing to the crowd, "keep this fool off. I don't want to kill him." Foxmore, with some of the others, approached Barney.
His attention was concentrated upon Bulling. He had his glass in his hand. "Here's to the Lane!" he was saying, "the sweetest little Lane in all the world!" "She's divine!" replied Foxmore. "And what a voice! She'll make Canada famous some day. Where did you discover her, Bulling?" "In church," replied Bulling solemnly, to the uproarious delight of his followers.
"Yes, it's enough," said Barney, flinging the semi-conscious man on the floor, "it's enough for him. Foxmore, you laughed, I think, when he uttered that lie," he said in a voice smooth, almost sweet, but that chilled the hearts of the hearers, "you laughed. You were a beastly cad, weren't you? Speak!" "What? I I " gasped Foxmore, backing into the corner.
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