Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 119: what you’re looking at

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EVERET WAPLESON RETURNS TO VUE DE L’EAU, 118 She stood beside one of the cabinets, partially shielded by it, and watched the young couple all the time they re- mained in the r90m, and would gladly have followed them as they passed on to another, so interested did she become in them, if she had not promised that she would remain where she was until Everet returned. When at length he did come back to her, his face was pale and lowerng. Hebhad passed Gladysand Geoffrey on his way, and the sight of them together had wrought him up to the highest pitch of passion and suffer- ing. “ What is the matter, Everet?” his mother asked. “ Are you in trouble?” “No,” he answered, briefly, and then added: “Have you seen enough here?” “Yes, I have been ready to go for some time; I have only been waiting for you. I have been quite. interested in a young couple who have just gone out—your ‘double,’ as you call him, and a lovely young Fee Perhaps you met fhem.” “Yes, I passed them as I came in.’ “Who is she?” “Sheis the daughter of the man who : ddopted him ; her name is Gladys Huntress.” “Gladys? What an appropriate name. She isa veri- table sunbeam... Do you know her?” “Yes; I have met her a great many times in New York society,” the young man returned, but with a face so pale and pained that his mother could not fail to notice it. “Everet, I believe that you have fallen in love with . her, vourself!” she said, in a startled tone. ‘Tt would not be a very diificult thing for any man to do, would it?” he asked, trying to smile, yet with a ring of pain in his voice. “Ts the family a good one?” “They stand well; they are received in the best society in New York, and I have been told that Mr. Huntress is a wealthy man.” “Well, he has a charming daughter, anyway. Id like you to win a pretty girl like that for a wife, Everet,” said Mrs. Mapleson, wistfully. “T assure you it would give me a great deal of pleasure fo gratify you, ma chere,” he responded, his lips curling with a bitter smile, as he thought of how he had tried and failed; then he abruptly changed the subject. ‘‘But time is flying, and if we are to be in New York to-nighé, =) Gomichoo S (E(0)