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Lyon had been in Washington for a week, and would return there later on. "We had a claim on him," said Mrs. Eschelle, "for his kindness to us in London, and we are trying to convince him that New York is the real capital." "Unfortunately," added Miss Eschelle, looking up in Mr. Lyon's face, "he visited Brandon first, and you seem to have bewitched him with your simple country ways.
Miss Eschelle says that she is thoroughly American in her tastes." "Then her tastes are not quite conformed to her style. That girl might be anything Queen of Spain, or coryphee in the opera ballet. She is clever as clever. One always expects to hear of her as the heroine of an adventure." "Didn't you say you knew her in Europe?" "No. We heard of her and her mother everywhere.
Yes, the world was larger, larger, by one, and it would seem large her image came to him distinctly if she were the only one. Henderson was under the spell of this evening when the next, in response to a note asking him to call for a moment on business, he was shown into the Eschelle drawing-room.
"I believe he is about to go home." "I fancied Miss Eschelle might have something to say about that," Morgan remarked. "Perhaps, if she were asked. But Mr. Lyon appeared rather indifferent to American attractions." Margaret looked quickly at Henderson as he said this, and then ventured, a little slyly, "She seemed to appreciate his goodness." "Yes; Miss Eschelle has an eye for goodness."
The Eschelle house became more attractive than ever before, so much so that Mrs. Eschelle declared that she longed for the quiet of Paris. To her motherly apprehension there was no result in this whirl of gayety, no serious intention discoverable in any of the train that followed Carmen. "You act, child," she said, "as if youth would last forever."
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.
It's big enough. I've seen the plan of it. Henderson Hall, they are going to call it. I suggested Margaret Henderson Hall, but she wouldn't have it." "What is it for?" "One end of it is scientific, geological, chemical, electric, biological, and all that; and the other end is theological. Miss Eschelle says it's to reconcile science and religion." "She's a daisy-that girl.
"I believe he is about to go home." "I fancied Miss Eschelle might have something to say about that," Morgan remarked. "Perhaps, if she were asked. But Mr. Lyon appeared rather indifferent to American attractions." Margaret looked quickly at Henderson as he said this, and then ventured, a little slyly, "She seemed to appreciate his goodness." "Yes; Miss Eschelle has an eye for goodness."
But he renewed his acquaintance with Miss Eschelle, and it was the prattle of this ingenuous creature that made him more heavy-hearted than anything else. "How nice it is of you, Mr. Lyon may I call you so, to bring back the old relations? to come here and revive the memory of the dear old days when we were all innocent and happy!
"Oh, the way things go on the steeple-chasing and fox-hunting, and the carts, and the style of the swell entertainments. Is that ill-natured?" "Not at all. I like candor, especially English candor. But there is Miss Eschelle." Carmen drove up with Count Crispo, threw the reins to the groom, and reached the ground with a touch on the shoulder of the count, who had alighted to help her down.
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