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She sank into a leather-cushioned seat in a corner of the lift. Two men entered briskly, followed by a bellboy. Mrs. McChesney did not look up. "Well, I'll be dinged!" boomed a throaty voice. "Mrs. McChesney, by the Great Horn Spoon! H'are you? Talking about you this minute to my friend here."
Noonan was the apostle of the liquor interests. Remington felt his back stiffen as he stepped among them. "Good-evening, gentlemen," he said briskly. "H'are ye, George?" drawled Doolittle. "There was something you wanted to discuss with me?" "I dunno as there's anything to discuss, but there's a few things Wes' an' Pat an' me'd like to say to ye.
The deck had dried fast in the fresh sea-wind, and the Captain had just arranged Katy in her chair, and was wrapping the rug about her feet in a fatherly way, when Mrs. Barrett, all smiles, appeared from below. "Oh, 'ere you h'are, Miss.
And he seemed to feel it, and know it too, for there was a kind of look o' triumph about him, as if he had conquered the Evil One, and was considerable well satisfied with himself. "'H'are you, sais I, 'Elder, to-day? Which way are you from?" "'From the General Christian Assembly, sais he, 'to Goose Creek. We had a "most refreshin' time on't." There was a great "outpourin' of the spirit."
A hundred times he had to step quickly to avoid a hand truck, or dray, or laden wagon. And yet the busy men found time to greet him friendlily. "H'are you!" they said genially. "H'are you this morning!" He was marketwise enough to know that some of these busy people were commission men, and some grocers, and some buyers, stewards, clerks. It was a womanless thoroughfare.
"I hear you have some horses for sale, Curly," said Aldous. "Hi 'ave." "How many?" "Twenty-nine, 'r twenty-eight mebby twenty-seven." "How much?" Curly looked up from the task of pulling on his second boot. "H'are you buying 'orses or looking for hinformation?" he asked. "I'm buying, and I'm in a hurry. How much do you want a head?" "Sixty, 'r six "
And he seemed to feel it, and know it too, for there was a kind of look o' triumph about him, as if he had conquered the Evil One, and was considerable well satisfied with himself. "'H'are you, sais I, 'Elder, to-day? Which way are you from?" "'From the General Christian Assembly, sais he, 'to Goose Creek. We had a "most refreshin' time on't." There was a great "outpourin' of the spirit."
So the two women descended the dark, panelled staircase in silence, crossed the hall and went into the drawing-room. A man sat over the fire, his long, white hands held up to the blaze. "H'are you, Brigit?" "How d'you do, Gerald?" Carron turned without rising, and stared thoughtfully at the girl.
And yet the busy men found time to greet him friendlily: "H'are you!" they said, genially. "H'are you this morning!" He was market-wise enough to know that some of these busy people were commission men, and some grocers, and some buyers, stewards, clerks. It was a womanless thoroughfare. At the busiest business corner, though, in front of the largest commission house on the street, he saw a woman.
They stepped over the threshold, and the heavy voice greeted them. "Ah, here's Carruthers now! H'are you, Carruthers? They told me you'd been here, and were coming back, so I've been keeping the boys waiting before handing out the dope. You've had a look at that eh?" He flung out a fat hand toward the bed. The voices rose again, all directed at Carruthers now. "Bubble's burst, eh, Carruthers?
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