The alternative . elthat they have nt had the actual opportunity to accept ve done my best. The blizzard disposes. I 11 seeKrosson to-morrow about a place in his offices. Mr. Van Pycke came down stairs even more tenderlythan he went up. There was a look of pain in his face,and he walked slack-kneed, with his toes turned in a was wearing a pair of trousers that had been con-structed for a much larger man, except as to height. The shoes are too small and the trousers too big, hegroaned. I m leaving my own up there to be dried says they 11 be dry in half an hour. I had
The alternative . elthat they have nt had the actual opportunity to accept ve done my best. The blizzard disposes. I 11 seeKrosson to-morrow about a place in his offices. Mr. Van Pycke came down stairs even more tenderlythan he went up. There was a look of pain in his face,and he walked slack-kneed, with his toes turned in a was wearing a pair of trousers that had been con-structed for a much larger man, except as to height. The shoes are too small and the trousers too big, hegroaned. I m leaving my own up there to be dried says they 11 be dry in half an hour. I had to putthese on for a while. One cant go around with—er —nothing on, so to speak. I m trying to think who s in there that wears trousersof that size — and shape, murmured Bosworth, surveyinghis father critically. Bah ! rasped the uncomfortable Mr. Van us, Bellows. Bellows opened the drawing-room door, took a quickpeep within, and then, standing aside, announced in hismost impressive tones: [35]. The Alternative « Mr. Van Pycke ! Mr. Bosworth Van Pycke ! The two gentlemen stepped into the long, dimly lightedroom. Bellows disappeared quickly down the hall. Pycke, his sense of dignity increased by the desire to /offset the only too apparent lack of it, advanced into the middle of the room, politely smiling for the benefit of agroup of ladies and gentlemen congregated at the lowerend, near the windows. So far as he could see, they wereengaged in the vulgar occupation known as staring. Bosworth Van Pycke stopped just inside the door, clap-ping his hand to his forehead. His mouth fell open and hiseyes popped wide with amazement—almost horror. Hesat down suddenly in the nearest chair and continued togaze blankly at the figures down the room. He heard hisfather say Good evening twice, but he heard no responsefrom the group. His abrupt, incontrollable guffaw ofunderstanding and joy caused his now annoyed parent towhirl upon him in surprise. Oh, this is rich
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