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You've done a great many favors for me in your life." "I've always tried to be neighborly, Jethro," said Mr. Sutton, but his voice sounded a little husky even to himself. "And I may have done one or two little things for you, Heth," Jethro continued, "but I can't remember exactly. Er can you remember, Heth." Mr. Sutton was trying with becoming nonchalance to light the stump of his cigar.
And two days later, she said to her mother, though in a distinctly frivolous tone: "What would you think of me as a Settlement worker, mamma?" "Settlement worker?... Well, we'll see," said Mrs. Heth, absently. "It remains to be seen how far the best people are going in for it...." Cally laughed. She was beautifully dressed, and felt perfectly poised.
We want Heth to go back break his heart if he didn't you understand. If I'd knowed last winter Jethro meant business, I wouldn't hev' helped Gus Flint out. Tell Jethro he can have 'em you know what I mean. Bije waited a little mite too long," said the senator, who had given a very fair imitation of Mr. Bixby's nasal voice and manner. "Well, I'm d d!" ejaculated Mr. Balch, staring at Jethro.
Speaking of legislation," added the Commissioner, flicking cigar-ash on the bare floor with a slightly ruffled air, "you'll be interested to hear I've been down to Heth's since I was in the other day. Saw Heth himself...." The doctor remarked that he had been thinking of Heth's, not five minutes before.
Heth had had time enough through the summer, heaven knew, to study out the problem of restoring the family name to its former effulgence, to decide upon the family attitude, or note, for the season ensuing.
William Black entertained no such idea; for his actual débuts were something like what long afterwards were called problem-novels, and In Silk Attire , Kilmeny , and the charming Daughter of Heth attempted a great deal besides mere amusement.
Merrill, who sat at Jethro's table next to Cynthia that evening, did a great deal of joking with the Honorable Heth about having to preside aver a woodchuck session, which the Speaker, so Mr. Wetherell thought, took in astonishingly good part, and seemed very willing to make the great sacrifice which his duty required of him. After supper Mr. Wetherell took a seat in the rotunda.
There was no family here; friends' love was needed. But now there was only waiting.... Mr. Dayne, in Canal Street in his own business, had been at the Heth Works in the first uproar.
Beirne's the outer tumult was echoed in the manner of the well-bred. The doors were shut, with the infant inside; the lights flew up; glasses clinked, merry healths were pledged, new fealties sworn by look alone. Gaiety overcame silence. All talked with one voice. Carlisle Heth descended the stairs in a carriage-robe of blue-and-fur, giving and taking lively good-nights.
The Heth ladies turned into the cloak-room to remove their wraps. The air of vivacity pervading the place, or possibly it was her daughter's staccato liveliness, entered the blood of Mrs. Heth: she was imperious with the ladies' maid who assisted with the unwrapping. Carlisle, strolling about as she unbuttoned her gloves, came to the elaborate screen which sheltered the doorway and glanced out.
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