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"
Your
cousin
,
Clyde
Griffiths
,
Myra
,
"
observed
Samuel
rather
casually
,
as
Clyde
arose
.
"
My
daughter
Myra
,
"
he
added
,
to
Clyde
.
"
This
is
the
young
man
I
've
been
telling
you
about
.
"
Clyde
bowed
and
then
took
the
cool
and
not
very
vital
hand
that
Myra
extended
to
him
,
but
feeling
it
just
the
same
to
be
more
friendly
and
considerate
than
the
welcome
of
the
others
.
"
Well
,
I
hope
you
'll
like
it
,
now
that
you
're
here
,
"
she
began
,
genially
.
"
We
all
like
Lycurgus
,
only
after
Chicago
I
suppose
it
will
not
mean
so
very
much
to
you
.
"
She
smiled
and
Clyde
,
feeling
very
formal
and
stiff
in
the
presence
of
all
these
very
superior
relatives
,
now
returned
a
stiff
"
thank
you
,
"
and
was
just
about
to
seat
himself
when
the
outer
door
opened
and
Gilbert
Griffiths
strode
in
.
The
whirring
of
a
motor
had
preceded
this
--
a
motor
that
had
stopped
outside
the
large
east
side
entrance
.
"
Just
a
minute
,
Dolge
,
"
he
called
to
some
one
outside
.
"
I
wo
n't
be
long
.
"
Then
turning
to
the
family
,
he
added
:
"
Excuse
me
,
folks
,
I
'll
be
back
in
a
minute
.
"
He
dashed
up
the
rear
stairs
,
only
to
return
after
a
time
and
confront
Clyde
,
if
not
the
others
,
with
that
same
rather
icy
and
inconsiderate
air
that
had
so
far
troubled
him
at
the
factory
.
He
was
wearing
a
light
,
belted
motoring
coat
of
a
very
pronounced
stripe
,
and
a
dark
leather
cap
and
gauntlets
which
gave
him
almost
a
military
air
.
After
nodding
to
Clyde
rather
stiffly
,
and
adding
,
"
How
do
you
do
,
"
he
laid
a
patronizing
hand
on
his
father
's
shoulder
and
observed
:
"
Hi
,
Dad
.
Hello
,
Mother
.
Sorry
I
ca
n't
be
with
you
to-night
.
But
I
just
came
over
from
Amsterdam
with
Dolge
and
Eustis
to
get
Constance
and
Jacqueline
.
There
's
some
doings
over
at
the
Bridgemans
'
But
I
'll
be
back
again
before
morning
.
Or
at
the
office
,
anyhow
.
Everything
all
right
with
you
,
Mr.
Griffiths
?
"
he
observed
to
his
father
.
"
Yes
,
I
have
nothing
to
complain
of
,
"
returned
his
father
.
"
But
it
seems
to
me
you
're
making
a
pretty
long
night
of
it
,
are
n't
you
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
mean
that
,
"
returned
his
son
,
ignoring
Clyde
entirely
.
"
I
just
mean
that
if
I
ca
n't
get
back
by
two
,
I
'll
stay
over
,
that
's
all
,
see
.
"
He
tapped
his
father
genially
on
the
shoulder
again
.
"
I
hope
you
're
not
driving
that
car
as
fast
as
usual
,
"
complained
his
mother
.
"
It
's
not
safe
at
all
.
"
"
Fifteen
miles
an
hour
,
Mother
.
Fifteen
miles
an
hour
.
I
know
the
rules
.
"
He
smiled
loftily
.
Clyde
did
not
fail
to
notice
the
tone
of
condescension
and
authority
that
went
with
all
this
.
Plainly
here
,
as
at
the
factory
,
he
was
a
person
who
had
to
be
reckoned
with
.
Apart
from
his
father
,
perhaps
,
there
was
no
one
here
to
whom
he
offered
any
reverence
.
What
a
superior
attitude
,
thought
Clyde
!
