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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.
But you can't say I didn't warn you, Honora, that they are a horrid, selfish, fast lot," Lily Dallam declared, and brushed her eyes with her handkerchief. "I did love you." "If you'll only be reasonable a moment, Lily, " said Honora. "Reasonable! I saw you with my own eyes.
Dallam went so far as to affirm, "if Lula Chandos and Clara Trowbridge and others hadn't been there and seen it too; I shouldn't have believed it." Honora was finding penitence a little difficult. But her heart was kind. "Do sit down, Lily," she begged. "If I've offended you in any way, I'm exceedingly sorry I am, really.
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.
I tried so hard to get her to come to dinner to-night, and the Trowbridges' and the Barclays'. You've no idea how difficult it is in New York to get any one under two weeks. And so we've got just ourselves." Honora was on the point of declaring, politely, that she was very glad, when Lily Dallam asked her how she liked the brougham. "It's the image of Mrs.
The picture had suggested a probable future for the lady. "How long will it take you to dress?" he asked. "To dress for what?" "To ride with me." "I'm not going to ride with you," she said, and experienced a tingle of satisfaction from his surprise. "Why not?" he demanded. "In the first place, because I don't want to; and in the second, because I'm expecting Lily Dallam."
"I can't help it," said that lady, stoutly; "I'm old-fashioned, I suppose. But it seems to me like legalized gambling." Mr. Spence took this somewhat severe arraignment of his career in admirable good nature. And if these be such a thing as an implied wink, Honora received one as he proceeded to explain what he was pleased to call the bona-fide nature of the transactions of Dallam and Spence.
Kame, "I thought Quicksands people never went home after a victory." "I've scarcely been here long enough," replied Honora, "to have acquired all of the Quicksands habits." "Oh," said Mrs. Kame, and looked at Honora again. "Wasn't that Mrs. Dallam you were with? I used to know her, years ago, but she doesn't speak to me any more." "Perhaps she thinks you've forgotten her," said Honora.
"I used to be fond of that one when I was a youngster," he explained apologetically to her as they went out, and little Sid had settled himself obediently on the pillow once more. "It was when I dreamed," he added, "of less prosaic occupations than the stock market." Sidney Dallam had dreamed!
"Oh," cried Honora, "if you're going to-night mayn't I go with you? I'd love to see him in bed." "Of course I'll take you," said Sidney Dallam, and he looked at her so gratefully that she coloured again. "Honora," said Lily Dallam, when the women were back in the drawing-room, "what did you do to Sid? You had him beaming and he hates dinner parties."
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