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Never has she gratified her taste in this respect more fully than she did as I believe quite accidentally and on the inspiration of these words with Alice in taking the evening train to New York with Mr. Goward. Twenty or thirty people at the station saw them starting away together, each attempting to avoid recognition, each in the pretence of avoiding the other, each with excited manners.
She gave me a little shake. It made me angry. "It may be decent," I said, "but I sha'n't do it." "Very well," said Aunt Elizabeth. Her voice was sweet again. "Then I must do it for you. Nobody asks you to see Harry himself. I'll run in and have a word with him but, Peggy, you simply must pay your respects to Mrs. Goward." "No! no! no!" I heard myself answering, as if I were in some strange dream.
"That much seems to be admitted." "I suppose so," groaned Goward. "But not seriously engaged, Mr. Price. I didn't suppose she would think it was serious just a lark but when she appeared that night and fixed me with her eye I suddenly realized what had happened." "It was another case of 'the woman tempted me and I did eat, was it, Goward?" I asked.
I only asked her to go out with me because she talked more about Peggy than anybody else would," he went on. I thought a minute, and put two and two together pretty quick. "You mind about Peggy's being engaged to Harry Goward, don't you?" I asked him; for I saw right through him then. He looked queer. "Yes, I mind," he said.
If Goward should happen to call on me when Peggy, flying through New York beneath her father's stalwart wing, alighted for the instant at "The Happy Family" was I to blame? Could I be held responsible? It struck me that I could not.
When I think of this affair about Harry Goward I don't believe she ever felt sure of him; that is why she is so worked up over this matter now. I know there was something that I felt from the first through all her excitement, something that wasn't quite happy in her happiness. I feel atmospheres at once; I just can't help it.
Then her mother, who hadn't been talking very much, said that Peggy didn't realize the depth of Maria's affection for her, and what a good sister she had been, and how she had taken care of Peggy the winter that Peggy was ill and then she couldn't help saying that, bad as was this affair about Harry Goward, it wasn't like the anxiety one felt about a sick child; there were times when she felt that she could bear anything if Charles Edward's health were only properly looked after.
Denbigh laughed at me besides. However, for an old chap of forty, he's a peach. I'm not kicking at Dr. Denbigh. But the cookies! I see a vision of a mountain range of cookies with currants on them crumbly cookies. The next stunt I had a shy at was a letter that Harry Goward asked Alice to give Peggy, and Alice gave it to me because she was up to something else just that minute.
Some day you will find out that women are peculiar. But what I can do I will," said I. "And, furthermore, as the general attorney for the family I will cross-examine Aunt Elizabeth put her through the third degree, as it were, and try to show her how foolish it is for her to make so serious a matter of a trifling flirtation." "I wouldn't, if I were you," said Goward, with a frown.
There really wasn't much else to tell, only that Dr. Denbigh started right in and raked out the inmost linings of my soul about Peggy and Harry Goward. It wasn't exactly cross-examination, because he wasn't cross, yet he fired the questions at me like a cannon, and I answered quick, you bet. Dr. Denbigh knows what he wants, and he means to get it.
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