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CHAPTER IV.
 One day Hollanden said: "There are forty-two people at Inn, I think. Fifteen are ladies of the most aggressive respectability. They have come here for no discernible purpose save to get where they can see people and be at them. They sit in a large group on that porch and take measurements of character as importantly as if they constituted the jury of heaven. When I arrived at Hemlock Inn I at once cast my eye searchingly about me. Perceiving this assemblage, I cried, 'There they are!' Barely waiting to change my clothes, I made for this formidable body and endeavoured to conciliate it. Almost every day I sit down among them and lie like a machine. I believe they should be hanged, but publicly I with . Do you know, there is one of 'em who I know has not moved from the inn in eight days, and this morning I said to her, 'These long walks in the clear mountain air are doing you a world of good.' And I keep continually saying, 'Your frankness is so charming!' Because of the great law of universal balance, I know that this illustrious will believe good of themselves with exactly the same readiness that they will believe ill of others. So I them with it. In consequence, the worst they ever say of me is, 'Isn't that Mr. Hollanden a man?' And you know, my boy, that's not so bad for a literary person." After some thought he added: "Good people, too. Good wives, good mothers, and everything of that kind, you know. But conservative, very conservative. Hate anything . Can not endure it. Were that way themselves once, you know. They hit the mark, too, sometimes. Such general volleyings can't fail to hit everything. May the devil fly away with them!"  
Hawker regarded the group , and at last a great question: "Say, I wonder where they all are recruited? When you come to think that almost every summer hotel——"
 
"Certainly," said Hollanden, "almost every summer hotel. I've studied the question, and have nearly established the fact that almost every summer hotel is furnished with a full corps of——"
 
"To be sure," said Hawker; "and if you search for them in the winter, you can find barely a sign of them, until you examine the boarding houses, and then you observe——"
 
"Certainly," said Hollanden, "of course. By the way," he added, "you haven't got any obviously loose screws in your character, have you?"
 
"No," said Hawker, after consideration, "only general poverty—that's all."
 
"Of course, of course," said Hollanden. "But that's bad. They'll get on to you, sure. Particularly since you come up here to see Miss Fanhall so much."
 
Hawker glinted his eyes at his friend. "You've got a deuced open way of speaking," he observed.
 
"Deuced open, is it?" cried Hollanden. "It isn't near so open as your devotion to Miss Fanhall, which is as plain as a red petticoat hung on a hedge."
 
Hawker's face gloomed, and he said, "Well, it might be plain to you, you infernal cat, but that doesn't prove that all those old hens can see it."
 
"I tell you that if they look twice at you they can't fail to see it. And it's bad, too. Very bad. What's the matter with you? Haven't you ever been in love before?"
 
"None of your business," replied Hawker.
 
Hollanden thought upon this point for a time. "Well," he admitted finally, "that's true in a general way, but I hate to see you managing your affairs so stupidly."
 
Rage flamed into Hawker's face, and he cried , "I tell you it is none of your business!" He suddenly confronted the other man.
 
Hollanden surveyed this outburst with a critical eye, and then slapped his knee with emphasis. "You certainly have got it—a million times worse than I thought. Why, you—you—you're heels over head."
 
"What if I am?" said Hawker, with a gesture of and despair.
 
Hollanden saw a dramatic situation in the distance, and with a bright smile he studied it. "Say," he exclaimed, "suppose she should not go to the picnic to-morrow? She said this morning she did not know if she could go. Somebody was expected from New York, I think. Wouldn't it break you up, though! Eh?"
 
"You're so dev'lish clever!" said Hawker, with .
 
Hollanden was still regarding the distant dramatic situation. "And rivals, too! The woods must be crowded with them. A girl like that, you know. And then all that money! Say, your rivals must number enough to make a brigade of . Imagine them around! But then it doesn't matter so much," he went on cheerfully; "you've got a good play there. You must appreciate them to her—you understand?—appreciate them , like a man in a watch-tower. You must laugh at them only about once a week, and then very tolerantly—you understand?—and kindly, and—and appreciatively."
 
"You're a , Hollie!" said Hawker. "You——"
 
"Yes, yes, I know," replied the other peacefully; "a colossal ass. Of course." After looking into the distance again, he murmured: "I'm worried about that picnic. I wish I knew she was going. By heavens, as a matter of fact, she must be made to go!"
 
"What have you got to do with it?" cried the painter, in another sudden outburst.
 
"There! there!" said Hollanden, waving his hand. "You fool! Only a spectator, I assure you."
 
Hawker seemed overcome then with a deep dislike of himself. "Oh, well, you know, Hollie, this sort of thing——" He broke off and gazed at the trees. "This sort of thing—— It——"
 
"How?" asked Hollanden.
 
"Confound you for a , gabbling idiot!" cried Hawker suddenly.
 
Hollanden replied, "What did you do with that violet she dropped at the side of the tennis court yesterday?"
 

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