Alpha Book

. . . Shall I fix that
tie for you, dear? . . . Certainly I can; Austin won't let a man touch
him. . . . There, Phil. . . . Wait! . . . Now if you are decently
grateful you'll tell me I look well. Do I? Really? Nonsense, I _don't_
look twenty; but--say it, Phil. Ah, that clever maid of mine knows some
secrets--never mind!--but Drina thinks I'm a beauty. . . . Come, dear;
and thank you for being kind to Eileen. One's own kin counts so much in
this world. And when a girl has none, except a useless brother, little
things like that mean a lot to her." She turned, her hand falling on his
sleeve. "_You_ are among your own people, anyhow!"
* * * * *
His own people! The impatient tenderness of his sister's words had been
sounding in his ears all through the evening. They rang out clear and
insistent amid the gay tumult of the dinner; he heard them in the
laughing confusion of youthful voices; they stole into the delicate
undertones of the music to mock him; the rustling of silk and lace
repeated them; the high heels of satin slippers echoed them in irony.


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