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I am sure you will come. You would not anger and pain an old friend by refusing. "I hear that the happy man is a sort of gentleman farmer who lives at Buddesby in Little Langbourne. If by any chance I should fail to see you at the place of meeting, I shall put up at Little Langbourne, and shall probably make the acquaintance of Mr. John Everard. "Believe me, "Your friend, "PHILIP SLOTMAN."
"She had kept some for me! Have you sung Paloma for Mr. Langbourne, Barbara?" "No," said Barbara, "we hadn't got round to it, quite." "Oh, do!" Langbourne entreated, and he wondered that he had not asked her before; it would have saved them from each ether.
"Well, if I ever!" said Juliet Bingham, following her with astonished eyes. Then she turned to Langbourne. "It's perfectly ridiculous, and I don't see how I can ever explain it. I don't think Barbara has shown a great deal of tact," and Juliet Bingham was evidently prepared to make up the defect by a diplomacy which she enjoyed.
"No, I might wish for time, if there was anything more. But if there's nothing else you have to tell me then, no, I cannot marry you." Langbourne rose, feeling justly punished, somehow, but bewildered as much as humbled, and stood stupidly unable to go. "I don't know what you could expect me to say after you've refused me " "Oh, I don't expect anything."
It was a letter that all the world might read, and see no deep and hidden meaning behind it, but Joan knew better. She read threat and menace in every line. The man threatened that if she did not keep this appointment he would go to Langbourne and find John Everard, and then into John Everard's ears he would pour out his poisoned, lying, slanderous story.
She was a girl who looked like her father, Langbourne perceived with a flash of divination. She dressed simply in dark blue, and her hair was of a dark mahogany color. The smaller girl wore light gray checks or stripes, and the shades of silver. The talk began to be less continuous in the next room, from which there came the sound of sighs and yawns, and then of mingled laughter at these.
She at once put herself in authority over the situation; she made Langbourne let her have his hat; she seated him when and where she chose; she removed and put back the lampshades; she pulled up and pulled down the window-blinds; she shut the outer door because of the night air, and opened it because of the unseasonable warmth within. She excused Mrs.
Langbourne!" she screamed. "I I should like to come in, if you will let me," he gasped out. "Why, certainly, Mr. Langbourne," she returned. He had not dwelt so long and so intently on the meeting at hand without considering how he should account for his coming, and he had formulated a confession of his motives.
Langbourne was not only willing, he was most eager, to give her proof of his reliability; he spoke of stationers in Springfield and Greenfield to whom he was personally known; and he secretly hoped she would satisfy herself through friends in those places that he was an upright and trustworthy person.
The sun struck into her face as she looked up at him, and made her frown with a knot between her brows that pulled her eyes still closer together, and she asked, with no direct reference to his shirt-sleeves, "A'n't you forcing the season?" "Don't want to let the summer get the start of you," the young man generalized, and Miss Bingham said, "Mr. Langbourne, Mr. Dickery."
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