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At this there was a great clapping of hands. It was one thing to be free to lead a life of single self-culture, and quite another to be compelled to lead a single fife without self-culture. The address was a great success, and much enthusiasm spread abroad for the cause of the unmarried women of India. In the audience were Mrs. Eschelle and her daughter.
Those who knew Mrs. Mavick in the remote past, when she was the fascinating and not definitely placed Carmen Eschelle, and who also knew Mr.
"Because these philanthropists, like Mr. Henderson and Uncle Jerry Hollowell, are all building on top; putting on the frosting before the cake rises." "Haven't you found out, Mr. Ponsonby," Margaret interrupted, "that if there were eight sides to a question, Miss Eschelle would be on every one of them?" "And right, too. There are eight sides to every question, and generally more.
"As one would a book, as a familiar authority." "I suppose I ought to be flattered, if you will excuse the street expression, to have my stock quotable. Perhaps you couldn't tell whether Miss Eschelle was a bull or a bear in this case?" "I don't clearly know what that is. She didn't offer me any," said Margaret, in a tone of carrying on the figure without any personal meaning.
Eschelle, turning to them from regarding the stage. "Oh, we were having an experience meeting behind your back, mamma, only Mr. Henderson won't tell his experience." "Miss Eschelle is in such a forgiving humor tonight that she absolves before any one has a chance to confess," he replied. "Don't you think I am always so, Mr. Lyon?" Mr. Lyon bowed.
It was therefore arranged that after a visit to Brandon she should pass the warm months with the Arbusers in their summer home at Lenox, with a month the right month in the Eschelle villa at Newport; and he hoped never to be long absent from one place or the other.
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."
"I blushed for you. I almost felt ashamed, after all the president said, that you had given so little." "You seem, Miss Eschelle," remarked Mr. Ponsonby, "to be enthusiastic about the education and elevation of the colored people." "Yes, I am; I quite share Mr. Henderson's feeling about it. I'm for the elevation of everything."
Eschelle, turning to them from regarding the stage. "Oh, we were having an experience meeting behind your back, mamma, only Mr. Henderson won't tell his experience." "Miss Eschelle is in such a forgiving humor tonight that she absolves before any one has a chance to confess," he replied. "Don't you think I am always so, Mr. Lyon?" Mr. Lyon bowed.
A little white hand was shaken to him from the window, and a sweet, innocent face leaned forward a face with dark, eyes and golden hair, lit up with a radiant smile. That face for the moment was New York to Margaret, and New York seemed a vain show. Carmen threw herself back in her seat as if weary. Mrs. Eschelle sat bolt-upright. "What in the world, child, made you go on so tonight?"
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