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she came back with her packages and got into the buggy, she said, quietly, "Tell me, Henry." "He has simply done what I put him in the way of doing when I gave him a letter of introduction to that Mrs. Newbolt, in Mercer." "Newbolt? I don't remember--" "Yes, you do. Pop eyes. Fat. Talked every minute, and everything she said a _nonsequitur_. I used to wonder why her husband didn't choke her. He was on our board. Died the year we came up here. Talked to death, probably." "Oh yes. I remember her. Well?" "I thought she might make things pleasant for Maurice while he was cramming. He doesn't know a soul in Mercer, and Bradley's game leg wouldn't help out with sociability. So I gave him letters to two or three people. Mrs. Newbolt was one of them. I hated her, because she dropped her g's; but she had good food, and I thought she'd ask him to dinner once in a while." "Well?" "_She did._ And he's married her niece." "What! Without your consent! I'm shocked that Mrs. Newbolt permitted--" "Probably her permission wasn't asked, any more than mine." "You mean an elopement? How outrageous in Maurice!" Mrs. Houghton said. Her husband agreed. "Abominable! Mary, do you mind if I smoke?" "Very much; but you'll do it all the same. I suppose the girl's a mere child?" Then she quailed. "Henry!--she's respectable, isn't she? I couldn't bear it, if--if she was some--dreadful person." He sheltered a sputtering match in his curving hand and lighted a cigar; then he said, "Oh, I suppose she's respectable enough; but she's certainly 'dreadful.' He says she's a music teacher. Probably caught him that way. Music would lead Maurice by the nose. Confound that boy! And his father trusted me." His face twitched with distress. "As for being a 'mere child,'--there; read his letter." She took it, fumbling about for her spectacles; halfway through, she gave an exclamation of dismay. "'A few years older'?--she must be _twenty_ years older!" "Good heavens, Mary!" "Well, perhaps not quite twenty, but--" Henry Houghton groaned. "I'll tell Bradley my opinion of him as a coach." "My dear, Mr. Bradley couldn't have prevented it.... Yes; I remember her perfectly. She came to tea with Mrs. Newbolt several times. Rather a temperamental person, I thought." "'Temperamental'? May the Lord have mercy on him!" he said. "Yes, it comes back to me. Dark eyes? Looked like one of Rossetti's women?" "Yes. Handsome, but a little
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