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Any feeling of guilt Sylvia may have experienced by reason of her enforced connivance with Mrs. Owen for the expenditure of her money was mitigated by her belief that the Bassetts were quite beyond the need of their aunt's million, the figure at which Mrs. Owen's fortune was commonly appraised. She was thinking of this when a few blocks from Mrs. Owen's she met Morton Bassett.
On the high plastered walls, above the book-shelves, rows of bygone Bassetts looked down on their departed possessions stately and severe in the artificial severity of periwigs and starched ruffles. They looked down with immobile eyes and the placid monotony of past fashions, smiling always the same smile, staring always at the same spot of floor or furniture.
The editor of the "Fraser County Democrat" had probably never dined at the Bassetts' in his own town, or at least Dan assumed as much; and since he had gained an insight into Bassett's affairs he was aware that the physical property of the "Fraser County Democrat" was mortgaged to Morton Bassett for quite all it was worth.
He has drawn his Spartan cloak around him, and he awaits your verdict to resume that place among you which is due to him in every way due to him as the heir in direct line to the wealth, and, above all, to the honor of the Bassetts; due to him as Sir Charles Bassett's heir at law; and due to him on account of the decency and fortitude with which he has borne adversity, and with which he now repels foul-mouthed slander."
I offered to go when I found that he was very angry and likely to deal severely and ungenerously with Marian. I thought it would be better for me to go." "As near as I can make out, you've taken the Bassetts on your shoulders. I didn't suppose Aunt Sally would stand for that." "Aunt Sally doesn't know why I went to Chicago. I assume Mrs.
The aromatic scent of the Simla pines literally encircled and pervaded the Bassetts' bungalow, penetrating to every corner. Lady Bassett was wont to pronounce it "distractingly sweet," when her visitors drew her attention to the fact.
They passed a number of sailboats lazily idling in the light wind, and several small power boats shot past with engines beating furiously upon the still waters. "The Bassetts' dock is the green light; the red, white, and blue is Mrs. Owen's," explained the captain. "We ain't stoppin' at Bassett's to-night."
This suggestion of a vocational school for young women had kindled Sylvia's imagination, and her thoughts were upon it as she tramped homeward through the slush. To establish an institution such as Mrs. Owen had indicated would require a large sum of money, and there were always the Bassetts, the heirs apparent of their aunt's fortune.
"I suppose we might go inside, too," suggested Sylvia obtusely. "Oh, I came up for the fresh air! Most of my nights lately have been spent in a hot office with not even a June bug for company. How are the neighbors?" "The Bassetts? Oh, Mrs. Bassett is not at all well; Marian is at home now; Blackford is tutoring and getting ready to take the Annapolis examinations the first chance he gets."
Sylvia's journey to Chicago argued an intimacy with the Bassetts that he did not reconcile with his knowledge of her acquaintance with the family. He was aroused by the light touch of Allen's hand on his knee. The young man bent toward him with a bright light in his eyes. "You know," he said, "Marian and I are engaged!" "You're what?" bellowed Dan. "We're engaged, old man; we're engaged!
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