He
made McTeague sit at the head of the table, with Trina at his right and
the agent at his left; he--when he sat down at all--occupied the foot,
Maria Macapa at his left, while next to her was Mrs. Sieppe, opposite
Miss Baker. Owgooste had been put to bed upon the bed-lounge.
"Where's Old Grannis?" suddenly exclaimed Marcus. Sure enough, where had
the old Englishman gone? He had been there at first.
"I called him down with everybody else," cried Maria Macapa, "as soon
as I saw in the paper that Miss Sieppe had won. We all came down to Mr.
Schouler's room and waited for you to come home. I think he must have
gone back to his room. I'll bet you'll find him sewing up his books."
"No, no," observed Miss Baker, "not at this hour."
Evidently the timid old gentleman had taken advantage of the confusion
to slip unobtrusively away.
"I'll go bring him down," shouted Marcus; "he's got to join us."
Miss Baker was in great agitation.
"I--I hardly think you'd better," she murmured; "he--he--I don't think
he drinks beer."
"He takes his amusement in sewin' up books," cried Maria.
Marcus brought him down, nevertheless, having found him just preparing
for bed.
"I--I must apologize," stammered Old Grannis, as he stood in the
doorway.
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