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He was calm enough when he got back to the boarding-house, which he found in as high a pitch of excitement as New Englanders ever reach. And over what? Over the prospective arrival that evening of the Brices, mother and son, from Boston. Miss Crane had received the message in the morning. Palpitating with the news; she had hurried rustling to Mrs. Abner Reed, with the paper in her hand.
He paused in his pacing up and down, a smile struggling with his serious look. "It was quite a hot-headed business for one of the staid Brices, wasn't it?" "The family has never been called impetuous," replied his mother. "It must be the Western air." He began his pacing again. His mother had not said one word about the money. Neither had he. Once more he stopped before her.
One of the Stuarts was a full length of an officer in the buff and blue of the Continental Army. And it was this picture which caught Anne's eye that day. "How like Stephen!" she exclaimed. And added. "Only the face is much older. Who is it, Mrs. Brice?" "Colonel Wilton Brice, Stephen's grandfather. There is a marked look about all the Brices.
Then he went over to the fireplace and began tearing the note into little bits. Only once did he pause, to look again at his name on the envelope. "It is an invitation to Miss Carvel's party," he said. By Thursday of that week the Brices, with thanksgiving in their hearts, had taken possession of Mr. Brinsmade's little house.
Then he went over to the fireplace and began tearing the note into little bits. Only once did he pause, to look again at his name on the envelope. "It is an invitation to Miss Carvel's party," he said. By Thursday of that week the Brices, with thanksgiving in their hearts, had taken possession of Mr. Brinsmade's little house.
Save us," exclaimed Mrs. Reed, "but she was stiff as starched crepe. His father was minister to France. The Brices were in the India trade, and they had money enough to buy the whole of St. Louis." Miss Crane rattled the letter in her hand. She brought forth her reserves. "Yes, and Appleton Brice lost it all, in the panic. And then he died, and left the widow and son without a cent." Mrs.
I believe he declined some sort of an editorial position, preferring to remain at the law." "And so they are going into the house?" she asked presently. "No," said the Colonel. "Whipple refused point-blank to go to the country. He said that he would be shirking the only work of his life likely to be worth anything. So the Brices remain in town." Colonel Carvel sighed. But Virginia said nothing.
Then he went over to the fireplace and began tearing the note into little bits. Only once did he pause, to look again at his name on the envelope. "It is an invitation to Miss Carvel's party," he said. By Thursday of that week the Brices, with thanksgiving in their hearts, had taken possession of Mr. Brinsmade's little house.
The Dwyers, the Cartwrights, the Haydens, the Brices, the Ishams, and I know not how many others had sent their tributes, and Honora's second cousins, the Hanburys, from the family mansion behind the stately elms of Wayland Square of which something anon. When Aunt Mary appeared, an hour or so later, Honora was surveying her magnificence in the glass.
If the Brices had created an excitement upon their arrival, it was as nothing to the mad delirium which raged at Miss Crane's boarding-house. during the second afternoon of their stay. Twenty times was Miss Crane on the point of requesting Mrs. Brice to leave, and twenty times, by the advice of Mrs. Abner Deed, she desisted. The culmination came when the news leaked out that Mr.
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