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Paliser, admiring her agility, laughed. "So recently though! The immortelles have not had time to fade." That would have made a saint swear! Not being a saint, Mrs. Austen contented herself with virtuous surprise. "But there were none! I told you that. I told you that any attraction he may have had for my child, he shocked straight out of her. Not deliberately.
But she saw Lennox smile, take her hand and say what? Margaret could not tell, but it was something to which the girl was volubly replying. "Who's his little friend?" Mrs. Austen in her even voice inquired. "Mr. Paliser," she added. "Would you mind telling er my daughter's young man that we are waiting." Margaret winced. She had turned from Paliser and she turned then from her mother.
Some one, Paliser probably, had invented the admission and she had refused to see him, after condemning him unheard. I will attend to that, Cassy decided. At once the suffocation ceased, the panorama sank, the scene shifted, the curtain parted, the drama proceeded and she found herself staring at Paliser, who was staring at her.
But not the hoop-ring and not the opal, unless she had to, and if Paliser, who apparently noticed nothing and saw everything, asked concerning them, why then she would out with it. Her father was a beggar! Did he expect her to let him starve? But what on earth do you suppose I married you for? For yourself? Take a walk. I sold myself for bread and butter, and you can fork them over.
It meant that I am no better than I ought to be or you either." Lennox had one hand on the table. He raised the other. "Who told you this?" "Paliser. He said it was the reason your engagement was broken." In the palm of the upraised hand, the fingers moved forward and back, regularly, methodically, mechanically. Lennox was unaware of it.
I live by the sweat of my pen. Originality never has, and never will make a best-seller." It was while Jones was airing these platitudes that Paliser entered the room. He approached the two men. Lennox at once got up, turned his back, marched away. A few days later, Jones, in reviewing the incident, wondered whether Lennox could, even then, have suspected.
Cassy looked wonderingly at him. It was surprising how quickly and how completely he had nailed it. But into the bewilderment there crept something else. "Yes, and I am ashamed to look myself in the face." Paliser gave a tug at the rope. "Then don't do that either. Look at me. Matrimony is no child's play. It is like a trip to England close confinement with the chance of being torpedoed.
In the great days, or more exactly in the great nights, he had been a pal of M. P. That palship he had no intention of extending to M. P.'s son, and it was indifferently that he asked: "In what way?" Kate Schermerhorn, who had been talking to Margaret and to Lennox, turned. Lennox also had turned. Paliser had the floor, or rather the table. He made short work of it.
"Let me put you in a cab and on Sunday " Cassy gave him a little unsugared look. "You take a great deal for granted." Behind the girl's back the Tamburini gave him another look. Cheerful and evil and plainer than words it said: "Leave it to me." Cassy, her perfect nose in the air, announced that she must get her things. Through the emptying restaurant Paliser saw them to the entrance.
The hair, powdered white, was absent; so too were the patches; so also was the rouge. Behind the doge's chair a servant stood. Adjacently was a malachite bench. Beyond was a malachite stairway. The elder Paliser, finishing with the milk, extended the cup. The servant took it and turned. Recesses, back of the stairway, engulfed him. Monty Paliser straightened.
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