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"Get your carriage, sir?" cried a ragged, half-grown arab at Cressler's elbow. "Hurry up, then," said Cressler. Then, raising his voice, for the clamour was increasing with every second: "What's your number, Laura? You girls first. Ninety-three? Get that, boy? Ninety-three. Quick now." The carriage appeared. Hastily they said good-by; hastily Laura expressed to Mrs.
A few moments before the opening Charles Cressler was in the public room, in the southeast corner of the building, where smoking was allowed, finishing his morning's cigar.
And right between these two comes the Chicago speculator, who raises or lowers the price out of all reason, for the benefit of his pocket. You see Laura, here is what I mean." Cressler had suddenly become very earnest. Absorbed, interested, Laura listened intently. "Here is what I mean," pursued Cressler.
Yes, sir, like a fish. He had delirium tremens once behind the scenes in Philadelphia, and stabbed a scene shifter with his stage dagger. A bad lot, to say the least." "Now, Landry," protested Mrs. Cressler, "you're making it up as you go along." And in the laugh that followed Landry himself joined.
"I don't see," murmured Laura anxiously for the last time, "what can be keeping them. Cressler meant here inside?" She was a tall young girl of about twenty-two or three, holding herself erect and with fine dignity. Even beneath the opera cloak it was easy to infer that her neck and shoulders were beautiful.
Cressler was in the dining-room with the Gretry girl, while Jadwin, Aunt Wess', and Cressler himself were deep in a discussion of mind-reading and spiritualism. As Laura came up, Jadwin detached himself from the others and met her. "Poor Miss Gretry!" he observed. "Always the square peg in the round hole. I've sent out for some smelling salts."
Cressler went on, in a tone of resignation, "I suppose he thinks the world and all of you?" Laura raised a shoulder without answering. "Charlie can't abide him," said Mrs. Cressler. "Funny, isn't it what prejudices men have? Charlie always speaks of him as though he were a higher order of glazier. Curtis Jadwin seems to like him.... What do you think of him, Laura of Mr. Jadwin?"
Cressler, at least she ought to think of the looks of things. "They're beginning again," she said solemnly. "I should think you'd feel as though you had missed about enough of this opera." They returned to the box. The rest of the party were reassembling. "Well, Laura," said Mrs. Cressler, when they had sat down, "do you like it?" "I don't want to leave it ever," she answered.
The day's work on the Board of Trade had quite used him up for the moment, and his doctor forbade him to stir out of doors. Mrs. Cressler explained that Charlie had something on his mind these days, that was making an old man of him. "He don't ever talk shop with me," she said.
In the vestry room Laura stood for a moment, while one after another of the wedding party even Mr. Cressler kissed her. Of all present she was the least excited. "Here's something," vociferated the ubiquitous clerk, pushing his way forward. "It was on the table when we came out just now. The sexton says a messenger boy brought it. It's for Mrs. Jadwin." He handed her a large box. Laura opened it.
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