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He gave her a look, and, turning, swung wide the door for the chaperon. Supper with the Cooneys: Poor Relations, but you must be Nice to them; of Hen Cooney's friend V.V., as she irritatingly calls him; also relating how Cally is asked for her Forgiveness, and can't seem to think what to say.
The complacence with which Aunt Molly regarded the threatened alliance all possible objections being answered in her mind by a helpless, "If she is the girl he loves?" was most provokingly characteristic of the Cooneys' fatal shiftlessness.
And her mother thought, and Hugo had said almost with his parting breath, that she had been driven to these madnesses by mere foolish femininisms, new little ideas picked up from Cooneys or elsewhere. It was true that she had these ideas; true, too, that she was not alone with them.
Four times per annum the Cooneys were invited in a body to dine at the House of Heth, Mrs. Heth on these occasions speaking caustically of her consort's relatives, and on Christmas sending gifts of an almost offensively utilitarian nature. The noisy cousins filled the dingy little parlor to overflowing; this, though Mrs.
In the May-time, once, Hugo had asked her to name a day, and she had named the seventeenth of October. And now the seventeenth was here, to-day. Her wedding-day it might have been, but for this or that: and behold, her high banquet was laid at the board of the Cooneys, cold corned beef and baked potatoes, with sliced peaches such as turn nicely from the can for an unexpected guest.
Both remained standing exactly where Hen had left them, and there ensued a hiatus of entertainment just long enough to be quite distinctly appreciable. Then the absurdity of her Miss Heth's feeling constraint before this Mr. no, Dr. Vivian, this friend of the Cooneys and malicious attacker of the Cooneys' relatives' characters, rushed over the girl inspiritingly.
The Heths' poor relations, the Cooneys, lived in a two-story frame house on Centre Street, four doors from a basement dry-cleaning establishment, and staring full upon the show-window of an artificial-limb manufactory, lately opened for the grisly trade. The interval between the families of Heth and Cooney was as these facts indicate.
Though the Cooneys knew everybody, as well as everything, and though Carlisle had thought before now of putting an inquiry to Hen or Chas in this particular direction, the manner of her cousin's reply was a decided surprise to her, and somehow a disagreeable surprise. "Oh! Really?" said she, rather coldly. "I understood some one told me that the man had just come here to live."
"To make things pleasant for some man! and we've been doing it ever since.... Cally Heth's here ..." The two came in. Cally, turning, held out her hand to the Cooneys' physician, with a sufficiently natural air and greeting.... They had not met since the afternoon at the Woman's Club, a day which had brought a strange change in their relations.
And once in June, the doctor lunched with Mr. Dayne at Berringer's, and twice he was dragged off to supper at the Cooneys' and enjoyed himself very much, and once he took Sunday dinner with his aunt, Mrs. Mason, and his little Mason cousins: only that time he was called away from the table before dessert, and got back to South Street just a minute before Mrs. Meeghan died....
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