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All of Lily's guests had the air of being at home, and at that moment a young gentleman named Charley Goodwin, who was six feet tall and weighed two hundred pounds, was loudly demanding cocktails. They were presently brought by a rather harassed-looking man-servant. "I can't get over how well you look in that gown, Lula," declared Mrs. Dallam, as they went out to dinner.
"Trixy, what does she remind you of?" "Cleopatra," cried Warry Trowbridge, with an attempt to be gallant. "Eternal vigilance," said Mr. Brent, and they sat down amidst the laughter, Lily Dallam declaring that he was horrid, and Mrs. Chandos giving him a look of tender reproach. But he turned abruptly to Honora, who was on his other side. "Where did you drop down from, Mrs. Spence?" he inquired.
Dallam Wybrant, even though any person should suggest sech a thing, and I, fur my part, don't see how any right-thinkin' person could or would do so. She's a free agent, of full age, and she's a married woman. No, ma'am, she has no legal claim on you and to my way of thinkin' she has no moral claim on you neither.
I've had an opportunity to observe the ones who come over here, mother." "I won't have a prospective guest discussed," Mrs. Holt declared, with finality. "Joshua, you remember my telling you last spring that Martha Spence's son called on me?" she asked. "He is in business with a man named Dallam, I believe, and making a great deal of money for a young man.
Something like it she had experienced before: to-day her thoughts seemed to run through her in pulsations, like waves of heat, and she wondered that she could have controlled herself while listening to Lily Dallam. Mrs. Dallam's reproaches presented themselves to Honora in new aspects. She began to feel now, with an intensity that frightened her, distaste and rebellion.
If Jim's old valet, Jules, had not gone to France and his death he would have saved Jim from infernal distresses, but this substitute had a malignant interest in his master's confusion. Dallam proceeded forthwith to rap at Mrs. Dyckman's door and spoke through it, deferentially: "Beg pardon, ma'am, but could I have a word?"
You ought to know me well enough to understand that I wouldn't do anything to hurt your feelings." "And when I counted on you so, for my tea and dinner at the club!" continued Mrs. Dallam. "There were other women dying to come. And you said you had a headache, and were tired." "I was," began Honora, fruitlessly. "And you were so popular in Quicksands everybody was crazy about you.
"I thought you couldn't stand Silverdale much longer," she replied. "You know why I stayed," he said, and paused again rather awkwardly for Mr. Spence. But Honora was silent. "I had a letter this morning from my partner, Sidney Dallam, calling me back." "I suppose you are very busy," said Honora, detaching a copper-green scale of moss from the boulder.
"I mean," he said, "that the president of a trust company can afford to live in a better house than the junior partner of Dallam and Spence." "The president of a trust company!" Honora scarcely recognized her own voice so distant it sounded. The room rocked, and she clutched the arm of a chair and sat down. He came and stood over her.
"I thought you couldn't stand Silverdale much longer," she replied. "You know why I stayed," he said, and paused again rather awkwardly for Mr. Spence. But Honora was silent. "I had a letter this morning from my partner, Sidney Dallam, calling me back." "I suppose you are very busy," said Honora, detaching a copper-green scale of moss from the boulder.
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