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Ah! here are your mother and our proud Western beauty!" And she went forward to greet them. "It's more than her other half knows about her," was Mrs. Akemit's observation to the violets on her breast. "Come sit with me here in this corner, dear," said Mrs. Drelmer to Psyche, while Mrs. Bines joined her son and Mrs. Akemit. "I've so much to tell you.
Drelmer glanced above to where some one seemed to be waiting for him. "Who's your perfectly gorgeous companion? You've been so devoted to her for three days that you've hardly bowed to old friends. Don't you want her to know any one?" The young man laughed with an air of great shrewdness. "Come, now, Mrs. Drelmer, you're too good a friend of Mauburn's about his marrying, I mean.
During the hour of dressing-sacque and slippers, while maids fluttered through the long corridors on hair-tending and dress-hooking expeditions, Mrs. Drelmer favoured her hostess with a confidential chat in that lady's boudoir, and, over Scotch and soda and a cigarette, suggested that Mr. Mauburn, in a house where he could really do as he pleased, would assuredly take Miss Bines out to dinner.
I wish now I'd learned more of it at the Sem, and talked more with that French Delpasse girl that was always toasting marshmallows on a hat-pin." "That lady Mrs. Drelmer introduced me to," said Mrs. Bines, "is an artist, miniature artist, hand-painted you know, and she's going to paint our miniatures for a thousand dollars each because we're friends of Mrs. Drelmer."
A Hot Day in New York, with News of an Interesting Marriage At five o'clock that day the prow of the Viluca cut the waters of Newport harbour around Goat Island, and pointed for New York. "Now is your time," said Mrs. Drelmer to Mauburn. "I'm sure the girl likes you, and this row with the Milbreys has cut off any chance that cub had. Why not propose to her to-night?"
Probably she'd be called the typical New York girl, if you wanted to talk talky talk. Now I've told you everything, except that the people all asked kindly after you, especially her mother and a Mrs. Drelmer, who's a four-horse team all by herself. Oh, yes!
"The same. Now mind, sis, and you, ma you're not to know them again and mind this if any one else wants to present you to a Mrs. Wybert a Mrs. Brench Wybert don't you let them. Understand?" "I thought as much," said Mrs. Drelmer; "she acted just the least little bit too right."
"If you've started out to look after all the babies in New York you won't have any time left to play the races, I'll promise you that." "Why, my son, I never " "But sis here would probably rather do other things." "I think," said Psyche, "I'd like Newport Mrs. Drelmer says I shouldn't think of going any place else. Only, of course, I can't go there alone.
Instantly Percival was on the other side of the portiere, and, before the other had groped his way to the dark corner where the door was, had recrossed the empty parlour and was safely in the hall. He made his way to the dining-room, where supper was under way. "Mr. Bines has seen a ghost," said the sharp-eyed Mrs. Drelmer. "Poor chap's only starved to death," said Mrs. Gwilt-Athelstan.
Drelmer, there's that poor girl she cares for me, and I like her immensely, you know truly I do and she's a trump see where she says here she couldn't possibly leave her people now they've come down even if matters were not otherwise impossible." "Well, you see they're not only otherwise impossible, but every wise impossible. What could you do? Go to Montana with them and learn to be an Indian?
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