There! I feel
better. 'On my way' is the first American line I've had in the farce
since we left Stuttgart. By the way, Edith, I'm afraid I'll have to
punch Odell-Carney's confounded head before long. He's getting to be so
friendly to me as Roxbury Medcroft that I can't endure him as Brock."
"I--I don't understand," murmured Edith plaintively. Constance looked up
with a new interest in her ever sprightly face.
"Well, you see, he's working so hard to square himself with Medcroft for
the break he made about the windows, that he's taking his spite out on
all American architects. Confound him, he persists in saying I'm all
right, but God deliver him from those demmed rotters, the American
builders. He says he wouldn't let one of us build a hencoop for him,
much less a dog kennel. Oh, I say, Connie, don't laugh! How would you
like it if--" But both of them were laughing at him so merrily that he
joined them at once. Burton and O'Brien, who had come in, were smiling
discreetly.
"Come, Roxbury, what do you say to a good long walk?" cried Constance.
"I must talk to you seriously about a great many things, beginning with
egotism." He set forth with alacrity, rejoicing in spite of his
limitations.
Upon their return from the delightful stroll along the mountain side,
she went at once to her room to dress for dinner. Brock, more deeply in
love than ever before, lighted a cigar and seated himself in the
gallery, dubiously retrospective in his meditations.
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