"G. Selden left us tremulous and fevered with ecstatic anticipation. He
carried your kind letter to Mr. Vanderpoel, next to his heart. His brain
seemed to whirl at the thought of what 'the boys' would say, when he
arrived with it in New York. You have materialised the dream of his
life!"
"I have interested my father," Betty answered, with a brilliant smile.
"He liked the romance of the Reuben S. Vanderpoel who rewarded the saver
of his life by unbounded orders for the Delkoff."
. . . . .
As their carriage drove away, Sir Nigel bent forward to look out of the
window, and having done it, laughed a little.
"Mount Dunstan does not play the game well," he remarked.
It was annoying that neither Betty nor his wife inquired what the
game in question might be, and that his temperament forced him into
explaining without encouragement.
"He should have 'stood motionless with folded arms,' or something of the
sort, and 'watched her equipage until it was out of sight.'"
"And he did not?" said Betty
"He turned on his heel as soon as the door was shut."
"People ought not to do such things," was her simple comment. To which
it seemed useless to reply.
CHAPTER XXXIII
FOR LADY JANE
There is no one thing on earth of such interest as the study of the laws
of temperament, which impel, support, or entrap into folly and danger
the being they rule.
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