Trif and Trixy: A story of a dreadfully delightful little girl and her adoring and tormented parents, relations, and friendsHabberton, John
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Trif and Trixy: A story of a dreadfully delightful little girl and her adoring and tormented parents, relations, and friends
Habberton, John
Girls -- Fiction
He was so weary at the end of a single day's search, that he had not
the heart to go to club or theatre, so he dined dismally and alone at
Delmonico's, and then sauntered over to Madison Square, dropped upon a
bench, and blamed the trees for not being as fully in leaf as those he
had left in the South, three hundred miles away.
Suddenly a gentleman arose from a bench near by, walked to and fro two
or three times, stopped in front of the lonely officer, and said:
"I beg your pardon, sir, but aren't you Lieutenant Jermyn, of the
artillery service?"
"Mr. Highwood!" exclaimed Jermyn, springing to his feet, and extending
his hand, "this is rare good fortune for me."
"And for me," replied Phil; "for you are the only person I know who has
seen my family within a week, and I'm as lonesome without that family
as you can ever have been at the smallest post you ever served at. Take
pity on a poor fellow, and tell me all you can."
"Your loss is their gain," said Jermyn, when both had seated
themselves. "I never saw Mrs. Highwood looking better. As for your
daughter, she is one of the most engaging young women I ever met,
except her mother, whom she greatly resembles. Miss Wardlow, whom Mrs.
Highwood told me was in poor health when she left New York, is simply
radiant; she is the beauty of the Point, although she doesn't seem to
know it. They all talk of you a great deal; to hear Miss Trixy is to
believe you the only man on the face of the earth."
"Bless her!" said Phil. "By the way, there are some neighbors of ours
there, I believe--the Trewmans. Have you chanced to meet them?"
As he asked this question, Phil looked sidewise at his companion, and
was sure, despite the uncertain light of an electric lamp, that the
officer's face colored a little. But Jermyn replied, in his ordinary
tone:
"Delightful people--delightful! By the way, I've a suspicion that
you're in danger of losing your sister-in-law; at least as a member of
your immediate family. Mr. Trewman is devotion itself, and although the
young lady has many admirers, Mr. Trewman seems to be the favored one."
"Ah! Well, I don't know that either of them could do better. They
are already very well acquainted, and Fenie is quite fond of Harry's
sister, whom I imagine does not disapprove of the match."
Jermyn did not reply, so Highwood continued to talk about the Trewmans,
and particularly about Kate; and Jermyn replied briefly, from time to
time, speaking of Kate so admiringly, yet guardedly, that Phil began to
wonder whether the officer had not been making love with traditional
military haste, and had his suit discouraged. Being too good a man to
persist in talking of a subject regarding which his companion felt any
reason for restraint, he hastened to change the subject, and the two
men were soon engaged in general chat. Phil soon asked:
"How long shall you remain in the city, Mr. Jermyn? Or perhaps you are
to be on duty here?"
"Only on personal business, which may take three or four days."
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