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As Keith, on his way to the bank of which Mr. Creamer was president, passed the mouth of the street in which Norman's office was situated, he looked down and saw quite a crowd assembled. The street was full. He passed on, however, and went into the big building, on the first floor of which Creamer's bank had its offices. He walked through to the rear of the office, to the door of Mr.
"It is only a ball, one of our subscription dances, so you need have no scruples about going along." Keith looked a little mystified. "Mrs. Creamer's balls are the balls, my dear fellow. There, in general, only the rich and the noble enter rich in prospect and noble in title " "Norman, how can you talk so!" exclaimed Mrs. Wentworth, with some impatience. "You know better than that. Mrs.
"Ah, my dear Mrs. Nailor, so glad to see you! How well you look! I haven't seen you since that charming evening at Mrs. Creamer's." "Do you call that charming? What did you think of the dinner?" asked Mrs. Nailor, dryly. He laughed, and, with a glance around, lowered his voice. "Well, the champagne was execrable after the first round. Didn't you notice that? You didn't notice it?
He still had a small account in Norman's bank, which he had not drawn out because he had not wished to let Norman see that he thought enough of his coldness to make any change; but he would put his money now into old Creamer's bank. After looking at his drafts again, he unlocked his door and went out on the street. There was more commotion on the street than he had seen in some days.
Creamer's house as for a camel to pass through the needle's eye. Her motions are sidereal and her orbit is as regulated as that of a planet." Mrs. Wentworth protested. "Why, she has all sorts of people at her house !" "Except the unsuccessful. Even planets have a little eccentricity of orbit."
"Blanche is good for half a dozen years or so, if she is careful," the Doctor said to himself, "and then she must take to her prayer-book." After this spasmodic failure of Mrs. Blanche Creamer's to stir up the old Doctors, she returned again to the pleasing task of watching the Widow in her evident discomfiture.
His first barrel missed, but the second, aimed at the same bird, brought it down. Creamer's first barrel went off in the act of cocking, in the hurry and agitation of the surprise; and letting the muzzle of his gun drop, he stood stupidly gazing at the departing flock, until roused by Davies's "Give them t'other barrel, any way."
The next evening, too, he strolled for an hour on the avenue, scanning from a distance every fair passer-by, but he saw nothing of her. Mrs. Creamer's balls were, as Norman had once said, the balls of the season. "Only the rich and the noble were expected." Mrs. Creamer's house was one of the great, new, brown-stone mansions which had been built within the past ten years upon "the avenue."
Creamer's private office, and casually asked the nearest clerk for Mr. Creamer. The young man said he was engaged. Keith, however, walked up to the door, and was about to knock, when, at a word spoken by his informant, another clerk came hastily forward and said that Mr. Creamer was very busily engaged and could see no one.
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