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Conry's salon he slipped under the door the despatch with a note, which ended, "I know that we shall see each other again, somewhere, somehow!" and from the piazza he sent back an armful of great white fleur-de-lys. Later that morning, while Vickers was staring at the vintage in the Umbrian Valley and thinking of the woman all white and bronze with the gray eyes, Mrs. Conry was reading his note.
Conry's face glowed, and her fingers played nervously with her long chain. "If I could give the Cycle with your accompaniment, here in St. Louis where you are so well known " Vickers smiled at the picture of his debut in St. Louis drawing-rooms. "I will ask my sister to help," he said. "I should like her to call." Mrs.
It came to Mrs. Conry's last engagement, the last possible excuse for her lingering in the city. It was a suburban affair, and the place was difficult to reach. Vickers had invited the Falkners to go with them, to prevent gossip, and Bessie willingly accepted as a spree, though she had confided to Isabelle that "Mrs.
"And concerts?" Vickers inquired. "The same way, to get good engagements you must have something to show.... I've sung once or twice, in little places, church affairs and that kind of thing." Vickers laughed as Mrs. Conry's expressive lips curled. "They tell you to take everything to begin with. But singing for church sociables in Frankfort and Alleghany, that doesn't do much!
Vickers with a sensation of disgust foresaw a scene there on the pavement, and he could feel the shrinking of the woman by his side. "Good evening, Mr. Conry," Vickers said coolly, turning to give Mrs. Conry his hand. A glance into Conry's eyes had convinced him that the man was in a drunken temper, and his one thought was to save her from a public brawl.
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