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I did tell her that part, but that was nothing. It was about Burnamy and Agatha that she knew. She saw it from the first." "I should have thought she would have enough to do to look after poor old Kenby." "I'm not sure, after all, that she cares for him. If she doesn't, she oughtn't to let him write to her. Aren't you going over to speak to the Triscoes?" "No, certainly not.
He really preferred the study of Stoller, whose instinct of a greater worldly quality in the Triscoes interested him; he could see him listening now to what General Triscoe was saying to Mrs. March, and now to what Burnamy was saying to Miss Triscoe; his strong, selfish face, as he turned it on the young people, expressed a mingled grudge and greed that was very curious.
When the young Lefferses came in to breakfast, the talk went on between these and the Marches; the Triscoes presently left the table, and Mrs. March rose soon after, eager for that discussion of their behavior which March knew he should not be able to postpone.
March and Burnamy, who had been talking apart, mechanically rushed after her and found her kissing Miss Triscoe and shaking hands with the general amidst a tempest of questions and answers, from which it appeared that the Triscoes had got tired of staying in Wurzburg, and had simply come on to Weimar a day sooner than they had intended.
He's met the Triscoes, and he thought it would be pleasant to you if they went, too." "Oh, certainly." "He thought," Burnamy went on, with the air of feeling his way, "that we might all go to the opera, and then then go for a little supper afterwards at Schwarzkopf's."
Do you think we have made a mistake in having the Triscoes?" "We!" he retorted. "Oh, that's good! I'm going to shirk him, when it comes to going behind the scenes." "No, no, dearest," she entreated. "Snubbing will only make it worse. We must stand it to the bitter end, now."
He said he was in one of the rear cars with the Eltwins, and was going to Carlsbad with them in the sleeping-car train leaving Hamburg at seven. He owned to having seen the Triscoes since they had left Cuxhaven; Mrs. March would not suffer herself to ask him whether they were in the same carriage with the Eltwins. He had got a letter from Mr.
I did tell her that part, but that was nothing. It was about Burnamy and Agatha that she knew. She saw it from the first." "I should have thought she would have enough to do to look after poor old Kenby." "I'm not sure, after all, that she cares for him. If she doesn't, she oughtn't to let him write to her. Aren't you going over to speak to the Triscoes?" "No, certainly not.
It would have been such a cheap performance on the part of life, which has all sorts of chances at command, and need not descend to the poor tricks of second-rate fiction; and he accused Burnamy of a complicity in the bad taste of the affair, though he realized, when he reflected, that if it were really Burnamy he must have sailed in as much unconsciousness of the Triscoes as he himself had done.
He found that the Triscoes were going to a quiet old hotel on the way to Stuyvesant Square, quite in his own neighborhood, and he quickly arranged for all the ladies and the general to drive together while he was to follow with his son on foot and by car.
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