Our Mr. Wrenn: The Romantic Adventures of a Gentle ManLewis, Sinclair
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Our Mr. Wrenn: The Romantic Adventures of a Gentle Man
Lewis, Sinclair
Courtship -- Fiction; Love stories; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Middle-aged men -- United States -- Fiction
_Mrs. Arty:_ Just for that I _will_ bid seven on hearts, smarty!
_Tom:_ Oh, how we will squat you!… What you bidding, Wrenn?
Behind Mr. Wrenn, Nelly Croubel whispered to him: “Bid seven on no
suit. You’ve got the joker.” Her delicate forefinger, its nail shining,
was pointing at a curious card in his hand.
“Seven nosut,” he mumbled.
“Eight hearts,” snapped Miss Proudfoot.
Nelly drew up a chair behind Mr. Wrenn’s. He listened to her soft
explanations with the desperate respect and affection which a green
subaltern would give to a general in battle.
Tom and he won the hand. He glanced back at Nelly with awe, then
clutched his new hand, fearfully, dizzily, staring at it as though it
might conceal one of those malevolent deceivers of which Nelly had just
warned him—a left bower.
“Good! Spades—see,” said Nelly.
Fifteen minutes later Mr. Wrenn felt that Tom was hoping he would lead
a club. He played one, and the whole table said: “That’s right. Fine!”
On his shoulder he felt a light tap, and he blushed like a sunset as he
peeped back at Nelly.
Mr. Wrenn, the society light, was Our Mr. Wrenn of the Souvenir Company
all this time. Indeed, at present he intended to keep on taking The Job
seriously until that most mistily distant time, which we all await,
“when something turns up.” His fondling of the Southern merchants was
showing such results that he had grown from an interest in whatever
papers were on his desk to a belief in the divine necessity of The Job
as a whole. Not now, as of old, did he keep the personal letters in his
desk tied up, ready for a sudden departure for Vienna or Kamchatka.
Also, he wished to earn much more money for his new career of luxury.
Mr. Guilfogle had assured him that there might be chances
ahead—business had been prospering, two new road salesmen and a
city-trade man had been added to the staff, and whereas the firm had
formerly been jobbers only, buying their novelties from manufacturers,
now they were having printed for them their own Lotsa-Snap Cardboard
Office Mottoes, which were making a big hit with the trade.
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