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In the flush of his great plans and great expectations came a chance meeting with Miss Milbrey. He had seen her only at a distance since their talk at Newport. Yet the thought of her had persisted as a plaintive undertone through all the days after.
Milbrey's burning eyes beheld him reach out for another slice of the cold, terrible mutton. "Life," said Milbrey, as he inflated his brandy from the siphon, "is an empty dream this morning." "Wake up then, old chap!" Mauburn cordially urged, engaging the game pie in deadly conflict; "try a rasher; nothing like it; better'n peggin' it so early.
"And, Mr. Bines, do come in with that quaint old grandfather of yours and lunch with us," urged Mrs. Milbrey, who had, as it were, spiked her lorgnon. "Here's Mr. Shepler to second the invitation and then we shall chat about this very interesting West." Miss Milbrey nodded encouragement, seeming to chuckle inwardly.
Miss Milbrey wondered somewhat; but her mind was easy, for her resolution had been taken. Mrs. Gwilt-Athelstan extended her invitation to the young people, who accepted joyfully. "Come down and camp with us, and help Phim keep the batteries of his autos run out.
At parting he repeatedly urged Mauburn, with tears in his eyes, to point out one single instance in which he had ever proved false to a friend. To herself, when the pink rose came out of her hair that night, Miss Milbrey admitted that it wasn't going to be so bad, after all. She had feared he might rush his proposal through that night; he had been so much in earnest.
Milbrey had said, and the young man purred under the strokings. His fever for the East was back upon him. His weeks with Uncle Peter going over the fields where his father had prevailed had made him convalescent, but these New Yorkers the very manner and atmosphere of them undid the work.
She had blazed into young Milbrey's darkness one night in the palm-room of the Hightower Hotel, escorted by a pleased and beefy youth of his acquaintance, who later told him of their meeting at the American Embassy in Paris, and who unsuspectingly presented him. Since their meeting the young man had been her abject cavalier. The elder Milbrey, too, had met her at his son's suggestion.
I need cheerfulness and rest for a long time after this day in town. Ah! General Hemingway says that dinner is served; let's be at it before the things get all hot!" A Sensational Turn in the Milbrey Fortunes It was a morning early in November. In the sedate Milbrey dining-room a brisk wood-fire dulled the edge of the first autumn chill.
That was a different matter. There was a thing to think about. And he wanted Avice Milbrey. He could not, he decided, go back without her. Something of the old lawless spirit of adventure that had spurred on his reckless forbears urged him to carry the girl back with him. She didn't love him. He would take her in spite of that; overpower her; force her to go. It was a revenge of superb audacity.
Baby Akemit in her crib, modestly arrayed in blue pajamas, after simulating the extreme terror required by the situation, fell to chatting, while her mother and Miss Milbrey looked on from the doorway.
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