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Updated: June 4, 2025
Cricklander was a woman of enormous ability she had a perfect talent for discovering just the right people to work for her pleasure and benefit, while being without a single inspiration herself.
Derringham, and she must be warned and primed up before dinner. Arabella had herself averted a catastrophe and dexterously turned the conversation in the nick of time. Mrs. Cricklander had a peculiarly unclassical brain, and found learning statistics about ancient philosophies and the names of mythological personages the most difficult of all.
Cricklander grew more and more certain that her hold over him had lessened in these last two days, and every force in her indomitable personality stiffened with determination to win him at all costs. The Professor received them graciously. He was seated in his library, which now was a most comfortable room surrounded with bookcases in which lived all his rare editions of loved books.
"Someone who knows him very well described him long ago as 'Cheiron. You will see how apt it is when you meet." Mrs. Cricklander crashed some chords. She had never heard of this Cheiron.
Cricklander, he found, had not returned from Paris, whither she always went several times a year for her clothes. But they had written to one another once or twice. He had promised in the last letter that he would go down to Wendover again for Whitsuntide, and this time he firmly determined nothing should keep him from his obvious and delectable fate. Mrs. Cricklander had no haunting fears now.
Cricklander made no mysteries about what she required Miss Clinker's companionship for. She explained minutely that should any special dinner-party or rencontre with any great person be in view, Miss Clinker must do a sort of preparatory cramming for her, as boys are prepared for examinations.
She is such a charming girl," and John Derringham looked over to where she sat, still dangling a pair of blue satin feet from the high chair. And inwardly Mrs. Cricklander burned. Cora was a second cousin of her divorced husband, and belonged by birth to that inner cream of New York society which she hated in her heart.
So one morning at their lunch, on a rare occasion when they chanced to be alone, she told him so, and asked him practically how much he would take to let her divorce him. But Vincent Cricklander was a gentleman, and, what is more, an American gentleman, which means of a chivalry towards women unknown in other countries. "I do not want any of your money, Cis," he said.
Then he knew that he was dreaming, and that he was gazing into space alone. Mrs. Cricklander, at Carlsbad, was not altogether pleased to receive the news of her fiancé's accession to fortune.
He claimed to have discovered a quite new and quite charming spot on the Lido, which he was most anxious to take Mrs. Cricklander to see alone he put a stress upon the word alone, and looked into her eyes.
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