her is, you know. But I've come to be able to spot him when
he does it. Those little bulgy eyes of his look at you particularly
straight and childlike. He said he had to hunt up a man on business--V-C
Chemical Company, he called it--"
"There is such a thing here," I said.
"Oh, Charley'd never make up a thing, and get found out in that way! But
he was lying all the same, old man."
"Do you mean they've run off and got married?"
"What do you take them for? Much more like them to run off and not get
married. But they haven't done that either. And, speaking of that, I
believe I've gone a bit adrift. Your fire-eater, you know--she is an
extraordinary woman!" And Beverly gave his mellow, little humorous
chuckle. "Hanged if I don't begin to think she does fancy him."
"Well!" I cried, "that would explain--no, it wouldn't. Whence comes your
theory?"
"Saw her look at him at dinner once last night. We dined with some
people--Cornerly. She looked at him just once. Well, if she intends--by
gad, it upsets one's whole notion of her!"
"Isn't just one look rather slight basis for--"
"Now, old man, you know better than that!" Beverly paused to chuckle.
"My grandmother Livingston," he resumed, "knew Aaron Burr, and she used
to say that he had an eye which no honest woman could meet without
a blush. I don't know whether your fire-eater is a Launcelot, or a
Galahad, but that girl's eye at dinner--"
"Did he blush?" I laughed.
"Not that I saw. But really, old man, confound it, you know! He's no
sort of husband for her. How can he make her happy and how can she make
him happy, and how can either of them hit it off with the other the
least little bit? She's expensive, he's not; she's up-to-date, he's not;
she's of the great world, he's provincial. She's all derision, he's all
faith. Why, hang it, old boy, what does she want him for?"
Beverly's handsome brow was actually furrowed with his problem; and, as
I certainly could furnish him no solution for it, we stood in silence on
the post-office steps. "What can she want him for?" he repeated. Then
he threw it off lightly with one of his chuckles. "So glad I've no
daughters to marry! Well--I must go draw some money."
He took himself off with a certain alacrity, giving an impatient cut
with his stick at a sparrow in the middle of Worship Street, nor did
I see him again this day, although, after hurriedly getting my letters
(for the starting hour of the boat had now drawn nea
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