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Updated: June 23, 2025
"He's a broker," said Undine, glad to be able to place her friend's husband in so handsome a light. The subtleties of a professional classification unknown to Apex had already taught her that in New York it is more distinguished to be a broker than a dentist; and she was surprised at Mr. Dagonet's lack of enthusiasm. "Ah? A broker?"
"Them's old stones, Undine they've got a different look," she said, examining the ring while she rubbed her cushioned palm over the girl's brilliant finger-tips. "And the setting's quaint I wouldn't wonder but what it was one of old Gran'ma Dagonet's." Mrs. Spragg, hovering near in fond beatitude, looked up quickly. "Why, don't you s'pose he BOUGHT it for her, Mrs. Heeny?
Dagonet's sympathies by her devotion to the child and her pretty way of joining in his games. Undine was not consciously acting a part: this new phase was as natural to her as the other. In the joy of her gratified desires she wanted to make everybody about her happy. If only everyone would do as she wished she would never be unreasonable.
These words, uttered in the high fluting tone that she rose to when sure of her subject, fell on a pause which prolonged and deepened itself to receive them, while every face at the table, Ralph Marvell's excepted, reflected in varying degree Mr. Dagonet's pained astonishment. Undine, surprised at his dullness, tried to explain. "Oh that wouldn't be the reason GIVEN, of course.
It occurred to him to consult his grandfather; and if he renounced the idea for the obvious reason that Mr. Dagonet's ignorance of business was as fathomless as his own, this was not his sole motive. Finally it occurred to him to put the case hypothetically to Mr. Spragg.
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