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"I don't care for her hate," replied Maurice, carelessly. "It is a poor thing, and can not possibly harm me. But I mean to extricate you from her toils, and I don't care how she attempts to prevent our marriage. Surely Mrs. Dallas will not let herself be guided in so important a business by the will and feelings of that black wench.","Go away, girl," he said in his rudest manner; "don't you see I'm busy?",Mrs. Dallas, closing her eyes, continued rocking herself to and fro, saying but one word in answer.,"Because I guess the name.","Because he wants to marry Isabella Dallas.",Patricia studied her with eager interest. The bride of half a year was still a bride to her, and the transformation of the limp, bedraggled art student into this languid, elegant young lady was an affair that had its beginnings at Greycroft, for it was under that hospitable roof that Mr. Bingham had first seen Miss Auborn. In the merry Babel of the studio party Mrs. Bingham held her own with a calm assurance that Miss Auborn had not possessed, and when Mr. Bingham, pink and smiling as ever and just a bit more bald, joined them, the air of mild authority with which she welcomed that gentleman impressed Patricia even more strongly.,"I think it is my fault," said Isabella, hastily. "I remarked that Dido was always agitated when you came to this house.",Bruce rose and held out his hand to Patricia, who was flushing painfully.,"I shall tell it to you," replied Jen, with some hesitation; "but I am afraid I shall give you pain.","Your mudder, she say no!","What did he wish to see you about?",Patricia laughed at Judith's expression, as she watched François whisk away to the dumb-waiter in the far corner of the little apartment, and roar stentorian commands in indistinguishable French to an unseen source of supply below..