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"There is a young lady" Henderson touched his hat, and I caught a glimpse of golden hair and a flash of dark eyes out of a mass of furs "who has no history: the world is all before her." "Who is that?" "The daughter of old Eschelle Carmen Eschelle the banker and politician, you remember; had a diplomatic position abroad, and the girl was educated in Europe. She is very clever.
"There is a young lady" Henderson touched his hat, and I caught a glimpse of golden hair and a flash of dark eyes out of a mass of furs "who has no history: the world is all before her." "Who is that?" "The daughter of old Eschelle Carmen Eschelle the banker and politician, you remember; had a diplomatic position abroad, and the girl was educated in Europe. She is very clever.
At first there had been some reluctance about recognizing the Eschelles fully, and there were still houses that exhibited a certain reserve towards them, but the example of going to this house set by the legations, the members of which enjoyed a chat with Miss Eschelle in the freedom of their own tongues and the freedom of her tongue, went far to break down this barrier.
"Bless my soul!" exclaimed Ponsonby, "we never were against emancipation, and wanted the best side to win." "You had a mighty queer way of showing it, then." "Well, honestly, Miss Eschelle, do you think the negroes are any better off?" "You'd better ask them. My opinion is that everybody should do what he likes in this world." "Then what are you girding Mr. Henderson for about his university?"
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.
"What do you mean, Carmen?" asked Margaret, startled. "Why, that is the road Mr. Henderson is in." "Yes, I know, dear. There were too many in it." "Isn't it safe?" said Margaret, turning to Hollowell. "A great deal more solid than it was," he replied. "It is part of a through line. I suppose Miss Eschelle found a better investment." "One nearer home," she admitted, in the most matter-of-fact way.
In her, animation the charm of her unworn beauty blazed upon him with a direct personal appeal. He hardly cared to conceal his frank admiration. She, on her part, was thinking, what could Miss Eschelle mean by saying that she was afraid of him?
"We are glad to see a friend of Mr. Henderson's," she said, "and of Mr. Lyon's also. Mr. Lyon has told us much of your charming country home. Who is that pretty girl in your box, Mr. Fairchild?" Miss Eschelle had her glass pointed at Margaret as I gave the desired information. "How innocent!" she murmured. "And she's quite in the style isn't she, Mr.
This was a little house in Irving Place, in which Carmen Eschelle lived with her mother, in the days before the death of Henderson's first wife, not very happy days for that wife. Carmen had a fancy for keeping it after her marriage. Not from any sentiment, she told Mr.
He was, to be sure, nothing to her; but he was friendly; he was certainly entertaining; he was a part, somehow, of this easy-flowing life. Miss Eschelle was announced. Margaret begged that she would come upstairs without ceremony.
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