The Fashionable Adventures of Joshua Craig: A NovelPhillips, David Graham
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The Fashionable Adventures of Joshua Craig: A Novel
Phillips, David Graham
Adventure stories; Fiction
"I'll try to remember," was his careless answer. "As I was about to say,
our discovery that you are not a lady out of a story-book, but a human
being and a very sweet one--it came just in the nick of time. We're
leaving here to-night."
Now she saw the reason for the persistence of the Craig of noise and
bluster--and craft. "To-night?" she exclaimed. "It's impossible."
"Yes--we go at five o'clock. Tickets are bought--sleeper section
engaged--everything arranged."
"But Uncle Dan doesn't expect us for four days yet."
"I've sent him a telegram."
"But I can't pack."
"Selina can."
"Impossible in such a little time."
"Then I'll do it," said Craig jovially. "I can pack a trunk twice as
quick as any man you ever saw. I pack with my feet as well as with my
hands."
"It's impossible," repeated she angrily. "I detest being hurried."
"Hurried? Why, you've got nine hours to get used to the idea. Nine
hours' warning for anything isn't haste."
"Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?" demanded she, coming to a full
stop and expecting thus to compel him to face her. But he marched on.
"It has been my lifelong habit," declared he over his shoulder, "to
arrange everything before disclosing my plans. You'll find, as we get
on, that it will save you a lot of fretting and debating."
Reluctantly and with the humiliating sense of helpless second fiddle she
followed him along the rough path. "I loathe surprises," she said.
"Then adjust your mind to not being surprised at anything from me."
He laughed noisily at his own humor. She was almost hating him again. He
seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; for as she shot a fiery
glance at him he whirled round, shook his forefinger maddeningly at her:
"Now listen to me, my dear," said he, in his very worst manner, most
aggressive, most dictatorial; "if you had wanted an ordinary sort of man
you should have married one and not me."
"Don't you think common courtesy required you at least to consult me
about such a matter?"
"I do not. If I had I should have done so. I found it was necessary that
we go. I went ahead and arranged it. If you saw the house on fire would
you wait till you had consulted me before putting it out?"
"But this is entirely different."
"Not at all. Entirely the same, on the contrary. The talk we had day
before yesterday convinced me that our house is afire. I'm going to put
it out." He shut his teeth together with a snap, compressed his lips,
gave her one of those quick, positive nods of his Viking head. Then he
caught her by the arm. "Now," said he jocosely, "let's go back to camp.
You want to do your packing. I've got to go over to the station and
telegraph some more."
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