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Updated: June 13, 2025
Weak and sick, she glanced down at the buttons of her gloves, before rising to her feet. She heard Anna Zanidov saying to Fanny Brassfield, "Well, I've lost those friends of mine. No matter. I'll find a taxi." Pouncing upon this chance to escape, for the moment, from him and from herself, Lilla blurted out: "Let me give you a lift. Come on."
As soon as they had sat down she began, with an unnatural vivacity, to tell them where she had been. That horse show! It had never seemed so silly to her. The same old stable slang interspersed with the same old scandal. And to-night Fanny Brassfield, instead of falling upon her bed in a stupor of futility, was going to give a big dinner for the very same people.
Fanny Brassfield noticed presently, however, that Lilla could no longer look at negroes without turning pale, that her antipathy to certain colors, sounds, and perfumes had increased, and that sometimes she appeared to be listening to a voice inaudible to others. It was the voice of her thoughts, which she heard, now and then, just as if some one were whispering in her ear.
The sun of my allotted life-day has set, and with the mellow twilight of old age there come to my memory reflections of a life which, if not well spent, has in it enough of good at least to make these reflections pleasant. And yet, during all the years in which I have responded to the name Carter Brassfield, but a single fortnight of time, it seems to me, is worth recounting.
Fallows has really done wonders, hasn't he?" "Wonders," Lilla echoed with a smile. In the hall, as she was leaving, Fanny Brassfield said to Lilla: "By the way, Anna Zanidov is in town. She was asking after you." Without moving, Lilla murmured slowly: "Ah, she wants to tell my fortune again, perhaps?" "She stopped doing that. It got too uncanny.
Lilla thought with envy of all this woman had never imagined nor felt, all that she had been able to enjoy without self-questioning. How simple life was for some people! "I'm giving a little party. No doubt it's useless to ask you " Fanny Brassfield interrupted herself to stare at Hamoud-bin-Said, who had entered the room without a sound.
He was dark, had a sweeping mustache, and wore eye-glasses. Upon being assured that I was Carter Brassfield, he took from his pocket a gold ring, and, turning it around carefully in the light, read the inscription on its inner side. "Is your mother's name Alice?" he asked. I told him that it was. "And your father's name Carter?" "Yes, sir," said I.
After giving my order to one of the clerks I immediately turned my attention to renewing my acquaintance with Tabby, the store cat. While I was thus engaged, I heard my name repeated by a stranger who was talking with Mr. Blodget, and erelong the man sauntered over, spoke to me, and after some preliminary remarks asked if I was Carter Brassfield.
In a striped woolen sports suit, a felt hat turned over one ear and a walking stick in her hand, Fanny Brassfield presented herself at Lilla's bedside while the garden was still full of mist. She prescribed, on this occasion, a walk before breakfast. They trudged through bypaths where the bushes were gemmed with dew.
His head was covered, as always in the house, with a white embroidered skullcap. In one small hand he held a Venetian goblet, in the other a bottle of medicine. It was the hour for Dr. Fallows' prescription. "Really," Fanny Brassfield exclaimed, in her high-pitched, insolent voice, "I must get myself one of these what is he again? Zanzibari?"
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