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There was music, distant enough not to interfere with conversation, and the gallery afterwards." "It must have been very exhilarating. You talked about the Duchess of Bolinbroke, and the opera, and Prince Talleyrand, and the corner in wheat dear me, I know, so decorous! And you said Miss Debree was there?" "I had the honor of taking her out." "Mr.
"In fact, Miss Debree," he said, with effort at speaking lightly, "I fear I am not in a geographical mood today. I came to say good-by, and and " "Shall I call my aunt?" said Margaret, rising also. "No, I beg; I had something to say that concerns us; that is, that concerns myself. I couldn't go away without knowing from you that is, without telling you "
Lyon said: "I beg your pardon, Miss Debree, but would you mind telling me whether the movement of Women's Rights is gaining in America?" "I'm sure I don't know, Mr. Lyon," Margaret replied, after a pause, with a look of weariness. "I'm tired of all the talk about it. I wish men and women, every soul of them, would try to make the most of themselves, and see what would come of that."
Margaret asked, with an answering smile. "Yes; in the summer. That is, some do. There is a reading set. I don't know that they read much, but there is a reading set. You know, Miss Debree, that when a book is published really published, as Mr. Henderson says you don't need to read it. Somehow it gets into the air and becomes common property. Everybody hears the whole thing.
There was certainly in Lyon's letter a longing to see the country again, but the impression it made upon me when I read it due partly to its tone towards Miss Forsythe, almost a family tone was that the earldom was an empty thing without the love of Margaret Debree. Life is so brief at the best, and has so little in it when the one thing that the heart desires is denied.
They are conservatives usually. But when they do go in for radical measures and risks, they leave us quite behind." Mr. Henderson did not care to extend the conversation in this direction, and he asked, abruptly, "Are you finding New York agreeable, Miss Debree?" "Yes. Yes and no. One has no time to one's self. Do you understand why it is, Mr.
"Nothing, nothing," he went on quickly; "nothing except to be yourself; to be the one woman" he would not heed her hand raised in a gesture of protest; he stood nearer her now, his face flushed and his eyes eager with determination "the one woman I care for. Margaret, Miss Debree, I love you!"
"I hope it will not hurt your national pride, Miss Debree, if I say that there is always the greater competition in the larger market." "Oh, my pride," Margaret answered, "does not lie in that direction." "And to do her justice, I don't think Miss Eschelle's does, either. She appears to be more interested now in New York than in London."
A gallery of modern pictures appeals for the most part to the senses represents the pomps, the color, the allurements of life. It struck Henderson forcibly that this gallery, which he knew well, appeared very different looking at it with Miss Debree from what it would if he had been looking at it with Miss Eschelle.
"I don't suppose she has any definite intentions, but I never think of her as a teacher." "She's so bright, and and interesting, don't you think? So American?" "Yes; Miss Debree is one of the exceptions." "Oh, I didn't mean that all American women were as clever as Miss Debree." "Thank you," said my wife. And Mr. Lyon looked as if he couldn't see why she should thank him.
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