“It would be sad; but I hope you would be sorry.”
“I should regret your death, and I’d make them give you a perfectly beautiful military funeral, with Chopin’s funeral march, and your boots tied to the saddle of your horse.”
“But don’t let them fuss about pulling off the boots, Miss Dangerfield, if I die with them on. It would be all right for you to visit your aunt, but I shouldn’t do it if I were you. I once visited my aunt, Mrs. Covington-Burns, at Newport for a week. It was a deep game to get me to marry my aunt’s husband’s niece, whose father had lost his money, and the girl was beginning to bore my aunt.”
“Was she a pretty girl?” asked Jerry.
“She was a whole basket of peaches, and I might have married her to get away from my aunt if it were not that I have made it a life-long rule never to marry the orphaned nieces of the husbands of my aunts. It’s been a good rule to me, and has saved me no end of trouble. But if my sister doesn’t change her mind, and if she really comes through Raleigh to-day in her car with those friends of hers, she will be delighted to have you join her for a visit at Ardsley. And then you would be near at hand in case some special edict from the governor seemed necessary.”
“But wouldn’t your sister think it strange——”
“Not in the least, Miss Dangerfield. Nothing is strange to my sister. Nobody ever sprang a surprise on Nellie yet. And besides, you are the daughter of the governor of a great state. She refuses to meet senators, because you can never be sure they are respectable, but she rather prides herself on knowing governors. Governors are very different. Since I read the constitution I can see very plainly that governors are much nearer the people, but I guess the senators are nearer the banks.”
“Well, I have some shopping to do, and it’s ten o’clock. It would be hospitable to ask you to luncheon, but mamma cries so much because she doesn’t know where papa is that our meals at the executive mansion are not exactly cheerful functions. And besides”—and she eyed Ardmore severely as she rose and accepted her parasol from him—“and besides, you know our relations are purely official. You have never been introduced to me, and socially you are not known to us.”
CHAPTER IX.
THE LAND OF THE LITTLE BROWN JUG.
Caboose 0186, with three box-cars and a locomotive attached, lay in the south-eastern yards at Raleigh late in the evening of the same day. In the observatory sat Mr. Thomas Ardmore, chatting with the conductor, while they waited for the right of way. Mr. Ardmore’s pockets were filled with papers, and he held half a dozen telegrams in his hand. The freight cars behind him were locked and sealed, and a number of men lounging near appeared to be watching them.