The Man in Possession — page 205: what you’re looking at

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200 THE MAN IN POSSESSION. don’t yer know... you're clever enough for both of us.” ‘‘Thank you,” said Kate, very coldly. ‘‘QOnly it might be just possible that I consider the balance should be a little more evenly adjusted.” ‘*No, but really, Kate, don’t yer know, if you'd just say when you really would—would—marry me " ‘*Excuse me—your mother is giving the signal to retire.” And Kate rose. ‘Just like my luck,” muttered Sir Wilfred wrath- fully. ‘‘What the doose makes my mother in such a hurry to-night?” And he consoled himself by a bumper of cham- pagne, andthe conversation of Cornelius, who was particularly genial and charming to-night. He wished to institute another trifling loan before shak- ing the hospitable dust of Croft from his patent- leather boots—in plain parlance before leaving the smoking-room to-night. It was not therefore sur- prising or impolitic that he should devote his talents and energies to the exclusive entertainment of his amiable host. ‘‘I say, O’Brien,” grumbled the young baronet, ‘‘T hope youll cut that Yankee woman when you get to town. She's awful bad style, don’t yer know, and she’s only hanging on to Kate to annoy me.” ‘“My dear boy,” laughed the genial Cornelius, ‘‘what an absurd idea! Annoy you! Why, faith, I thought ‘twas the other way about. She has a little fendresse that way, I fancy. Haven't you noticed her glances ?” COMicloe (Sri C(O)