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Whether this ill-natured gossip was true or false, it is certain that the exigencies of life on next to nothing a year, with a husband who could boast of next to nothing but Family, had developed an unerring business sense in Mrs. Drelmer; and certain it also is that this winter was one when the appearances with which she had to strive were unwontedly buoyant.
Especially was she interested to note the presence of Mrs. Drelmer and her protege, Mauburn. It meant, she was sure, that her brother's wooing of Miss Bines would not be uncontested. Another load of guests from a later train bustled in, the Bineses among them, and there was more tea and fresher gossip, while the butler circulated again with his tray for the trunk-keys.
Perhaps Mauburn will go." But Mauburn was taking Psyche and Mrs. Drelmer to the first night of a play, and Percival was finally persuaded by the old man to relax, for one evening, the austerity of his regime.
He and his wife are now staying over at the Bloynes." "Oh! I see," answered Percival; "you're a jester, Mrs. Drelmer." "Ristine," observed the theosophic Wilberforce, in the manner of a hired oracle, "is, in his present incarnation, imperfectly monogamous." Some people came from the music-room. "Miss Milbrey has stayed by the organist," said one; "and she's promised to make him play one more.
Drelmer, you know, really, I can't take a curate with me, you know, and send up word won't she be good enough to come downstairs and marry me directly not when I've not seen her, you know!" "Nonsense!" replied the lady, unimpressed. "You can do it nearly that way, if you'll listen to me. Those Westerners perform quite in that manner, I assure you. They call it 'hustling." "Dear me!"
"Make her like you," insisted his adviser. "On my word, I wish she did. And I'm not so sure, you know, she doesn't fancy that Frenchman, or even young Milbrey." "I'll keep you before her," promised Mrs. Drelmer, "and I wish you'd not think you can't win her. 'Tisn't like you."
Why, I know a chap in New York who was positively never east of Kansas City until he was twenty-five or so, and yet that fellow to-day" he lowered his voice to the pitch of impressiveness "has over eighty pairs of trousers and complains of the hardship every time he has to go to Boston." "Fancy, now!" exclaimed Mrs. Drelmer, the blonde. Mr.
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