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Brown-Smith rose, then turning, 'Post the page to me, Mr. Merton, she said. Merton bowed, and, folding up the page of the time-table, he consigned it to his cigarette case. Mrs. Malory received, with a blending of emotions, the invitation to the party of Mrs. Brown-Smith. The social popularity and the wealth of the hostess made such invitations acceptable.
The more she hated the Vidame and she detested him more deeply every day the more her heart bled for Matilda. Mrs. Brown-Smith also had her secret conferences with Mrs. Malory. 'Nothing will shake her belief in that man, said Mrs. Malory. 'Your daughter is the best girl I ever met, said Mrs. Brown-Smith. 'The best tempered, the least suspicious, the most loyal.
Merton thus retreated from what even he regarded as a difficult and delicate affair. He fell back on his reserves; and Mrs. Brown-Smith later gave an account of what passed between herself and the representative of an earlier age: 'She first, when she had invited me to her dreary place, explained that we ought not, she feared, to lead others into temptation.
'People talk a great deal of ill-natured nonsense, said Merton warmly. 'Do you know Mrs. Brown-Smith? 'We have met, but we are not in the same set; we have exchanged visits, but that is all. 'Ah! said Merton thoughtfully. He remembered that when his enterprise was founded Mrs. Brown-Smith had kindly offered her practical services, and that he had declined them for the moment. 'Mrs.
Brown-Smith is so pretty and so amusing, and dear Matilda; she takes after my dear husband's family, though the best of girls, Matilda has not that flashing manner. 'But surely no such thing as temptation should exist for a man so fortunate as de la Lain! And if it did, would his conduct not confirm what you have heard, and open the eyes of Miss Malory?
But the urbanity and patience of Merton, with the high and unblemished reputation of his Association, consoled her. 'We must yield where we innocently may, she assured herself, 'to the changes of the times. Malory knew that line of poetry. Then she remembered that Mrs. Brown-Smith was on the list of Merton's references, and that reassured her, more or less.
Malory, 'and she wants dreadfully to go and see her. That would do. 'All things work together for good. The cook must have a telegram also, said Mrs. Brown-Smith. The day, which had been extremely hot, clouded over. By five it was raining: by six there was a deluge. At seven, Matilda and the Vidame were evicted from their dusky window seat by the butler with a damp telegraph envelope.
The beginning of the tale, dealing with the first Brown-Smith, is the narrative of the Industrious Apprentice, coming to the growing town towards the close of the eighteenth century, a raw-boned country youth from New Hampshire or Vermont, finding after much tramping and many rebuffs employment which meant sleeping on a counter in the hours when he was not running errands, sweeping out dusty corners, and polishing up the handle of the big front door, slowly, persistently winning his way to promotion and pay, perhaps, by way of romance, marrying his employer's daughter, eventually setting up for himself and emblazoning the name destined to be great over the entrance of a shop in Catherine or Cherry Street, and there to purvey to the residents of the near-by fashionable Franklin Square.
Or, rather, so impatient is he, he will leave half an hour too early, for fear of accidental delays. I and my maid will accompany him. I have thought honesty the best policy, and told the truth, like Bismarck, "and the same," said Mrs. Brown-Smith hysterically, "with intent to deceive."
It matters not in the least whether the commodity upon which Brown-Smith has reared its history be hats, or groceries, or furs, or jewelry, or silverware, or boots, or men's furnishings. The story of the enterprise, its growth and its migrations, is, in epitome, the story of the city.
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