Soliciting the kind offices
of both Sherwen and Raimonda, he had presented himself, under
their escort, stiff and perspiring in his full official regalia,
before Mr. Brewster; then before his daughter, whose solemnity,
presently breaking down before his painfully rehearsed English,
dissolved in fluent French, setting him at ease and making him her
slave. Poor penitent Von Plaanden even apologized to Carroll,
fortunately not having heard of the American's threat, and made a
most favorable impression upon that precisian.
"Intoxicated, he may be a rough, Miss Polly," Carroll confided to
the girl. "But sober, the man is a gentleman. He feels very badly
about the whole affair. Offered to your father to report it all
through official channels and attach his resignation."
"Not for worlds!" cried Miss Polly. "The poor man was half asleep.
And Mr. Bee--Mr. Perkins DID jog him rather sharply."
"Yes. Von Plaanden asked my advice as an American about his
attitude toward Cluff and Perkins."
"I hope you told him to let the whole thing drop."
"Exactly what I did. I explained about Cluff; that he was a very
good fellow, but of a different class, and probably wouldn't give
the thing another thought.
Pages:
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106