But life was no longer amusing, bewitching or consummate to Crabb. The
flavor of an adventure gone from his mouth, the commonplace became more
flat and tasteless than before. Life was all pale drabs and grays again.
To make matters worse he had been obliged to make a business visit in
Philadelphia, and this filled the cup of insipidity to the brim. He was
almost ready to wish that his benighted forbears had never owned the
coal mines in Pennsylvania to which he had fallen heir, for it seemed
there were many matters to be settled, contracts to be signed and
leases to be drawn by his attorney in the sleepy city, and it would be
several days, he discovered, before he could get off to Newport. Not
even the _Blue Wing_ was at his disposal, for an accident in the engine
room had laid her out of commission for two weeks at least.
So he resigned himself to the inevitable, and took a room at a hotel,
grimly determined to see the matter through, conscious meanwhile of a
fervid hope that the unusual might happen--the lightning might strike.
Hate he had known and fear, but love had so far eluded him. Why, he did
not know, save that he had never been willing to perceive that emotion
when offered in conventional forms--and since no other forms were
possible, he had simply ceased to consider the matter. Yet marry some
day, he must, of course. But whom? Little he dreamed how soon he would
know. Little did Miss Patricia Wharton think that she had anything to
do with it. In fact, Patricia's thoughts at that time were far from
matrimony. Patricia was bored. For a month while Wharton père boiled out
his gout at the sulphur springs, Patricia had dutifully sat and rocked,
tapping a small foot impatiently, looking hourly less a monument of
Patience and smiling not at all.
At last they were in Philadelphia. Wilson had opened two rooms at the
house and a speedy termination of David Wharton's business would have
seen them soon at Bar Harbor. But something went wrong at the office in
Chestnut Street, and Patricia, once a lamb and now a sheep of sacrifice,
found herself at this particular moment doomed to another weary week of
waiting.
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