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"Henderson must have given the girl points," thought Hollowell. He began to feel at home with her. If he had said the truth, it would have been that she was more his kind than Mrs. Henderson, but that he respected the latter more. "I think we might go in partnership, Miss Eschelle, to mutual advantage but not in building. Your ideas are too large for me there."
"I suppose," said Uncle Jerry, blandly, "that is because they are interested in the prosperity of the country, and have simple democratic tastes for themselves. I'm afraid you are not democratic, Miss Eschelle." "Oh, I'm anxious about the public also. I'm on your side, Mr. Hollowell; but you don't go far enough.
Miss Forsythe told Margaret that she thought Miss Eschelle was a dangerous woman. Margaret did not defend her, but she did not join, either, in condemning her; she appeared to have accepted her as a part of her world. And there were other things that Margaret seemed to have accepted without that vigorous protest which she used to raise at whatever crossed her conscience.
Lyon?" "He has come into his title. He is the Earl of Chisholm." "Dear me, how stupid in us not to have taken a sense of that! And the Eschelles do you know anything of the Eschelles?" "Yes; they are at their house in Newport." "Do you think there was anything between Miss Eschelle and Mr. Lyon? I saw her afterwards several times." "Not that I ever heard.
Carmen Eschelle was usually of the party on board, sometimes the Misses Arbuser; it was always a gay company, and in whatever harbor it dropped anchor there was a new impetus given to the somewhat languid pleasure of the summer season. We read of the dinners and lunches on board, the entertainments where there were wine and dancing and moonlight, and all that.
"I think that an opera-box with Miss Eschelle is the easiest confessional in the world." "That's something like a compliment. "Will you be my teacher?" "Or your pupil," the girl said, in a low voice, standing near him as she rose. The play was over. In the robing and descending through the corridors there were the usual chatter, meaning looks, confidential asides.
"No, no," said Carmen, audaciously; "by this time I should be buried in Seville. No, I should prefer Halifax, for it would have been a pleasure to emigrate from Halifax. Was it not, Mr. Ponsonby?" "I can't remember. But it is a pleasure to sojourn in any land with Miss Eschelle." "Thank you. Now you shall have two cups. Come." The next morning, Mr.
It is much the same in New York and London. It is only a question of more or less sophistication." "Mr. Henderson tells us," said my wife, "that you knew the Eschelles in London." "Yes. Miss Eschelle almost had a career there last season." "Why almost?" "Well you will pardon me one needs for success in these days to be not only very clever, but equally daring.
My wife said to me that she was reminded of the gentle observation of Carmen Eschelle, "The people I cannot stand are those who pretend they are not wicked." If one does not believe in anybody his cynicism has usually a quality of contemptuous bitterness in it.
Stott, whose father came in on the towpath of the Erie Canal. You don't dance? The earl has just been giving me a whirl in the ballroom, and I've been trying to make him understand about democracy." "Yes," the earl rejoined; "Miss Eschelle has been interpreting to me republican simplicity." "And he cannot point out, Mr. Fairchild, why this is not as good as a reception at St. James.
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