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About midnight the telephone bell rang, and that odious Eliot person called you up!" George was in the hall in an instant and before Mrs. Brewster-Smith's door. "Well, well, for God's sake, what did she say!" he cried. "Oh, yes, I was coming to that. She said to send your chauffeur with the car down to the oh, I forget, some nasty factory or something, for Genevieve.
Not till then did George and Geneviève become aware that Uncle Martin was before them, having until now been obscured by Mrs. Brewster-Smith's outraged amplitude. His arms were loaded with coats, obviously feminine. "Uncle Martin!" exclaimed George. "George," gulped his uncle "George " And then he gained control of a dazed sort of speech.
"You have no right to do such a thing," she exclaimed. "I shall refuse you permission. You will have to obtain a permit." "I have one," Geneviève retorted, "from the Health Department. And I am to meet one of the officers here." Mrs. Brewster-Smith's descent from the tonneau was more rapid than graceful. "What are you trying to do?" she demanded. "Geneviève, I don't understand you." "Don't you?"
He was frightfully annoyed, of course, or he wouldn't have said anything as crude as that. In a last attempt to recover his scattered dignity, he caught at his office manner. "By the way," he said, "you forgot to remind me today to write a letter to that Eliot woman about Mrs. Brewster-Smith's cottages." With that he stalked away to dress. Genevieve and Penny, now shoreward bound, hailed him.
"Are you sure " "God Penny I thought I had stopped it!" George was back in his room, flying into his clothes. The two men were talking loudly. From down the hall a sleepy voice unmistakably Mrs. Brewster-Smith's was drawling: "George George are you awake? I didn't hear you come in. Dear Geneviève went over to stay all night with Cousin Betty, and the oddest thing happened.
Brewster-Smith's slowly retreating back, moved as if to follow. "I wouldn't go after her," said E. Eliot. "Of course, you haven't had experience. You don't know how much self-restraint you've got to build up, but you're here now, and I'm sure Mr. Glass understands. He's got to come up against all sorts of exasperations on his job, too. He won't take any stock in Mrs.
They assured her that it was as much her duty to know about such things as to know the condition of her own back yard. Then came the awful revelations of Kentwood human beings huddled like rats; children swarming, dirty and hungry! She could not bear to remember the scenes she had witnessed in Kentwood. She recalled the shock of Alys Brewster-Smith's indifference to all that misery!
Brewster-Smith's trying to tie your husband up to these wretched conditions. "He's looking forward to seeing an honest, public-spirited district attorney get into office even if your husband doesn't yet see that women have anything to say about it.
She acquiesced in this prophecy, but even as she did so, cuddling her face against his own, a low-down, unworthy spook, whose existence in her he must never suspect, said audibly in her inner ear, "Much he knows about it!" Betty did not forget to remind George of the letter he was to write to Miss Eliot about taking over the agency of Mrs. Brewster-Smith's cottages.
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