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Fairboalt had considered it a successful afternoon she would have named it a triumph had she waited two minutes longer. For while she was still a black receding figure a hundred yards down the street, a very good-looking distraught young man turned up the walk to the Piper house. Mrs. Piper answered the door-bell herself, and with a rather dismayed expression led him quickly into the library.
Fairboalt drew on her gloves, approving the effect of largeness given by the open sweep from the spacious music-room through the library, disclosing a part of the dining-room beyond. It was really the nicest smaller house in town, and Mrs. Piper had talked of moving to a larger one on Devereaux Avenue. Harold Piper must be COINING money.
Fairboalt was scribbling italicized notes on her memory "hard, beautiful, empty, and easy to see through." "Yes, he went West or South or somewhere," answered Mrs. Piper, radiating that divine vagueness that helps to lift beauty out of time. Mrs.
But by the time all this had happened the cut-glass age was over, anyway. It was well past its first glory on the day the curious Mrs. Roger Fairboalt came to see the beautiful Mrs. Harold Piper. "My dear," said the curious Mrs. Roger Fairboalt, "I LOVE your house. I think it's QUITE artistic." "I'm SO glad," said the beautiful Mrs.
Harold Piper, lights appearing in her young, dark eyes; "and you MUST come often. I'm almost ALWAYS alone in the afternoon." Mrs. Fairboalt would have liked to remark that she didn't believe this at all and couldn't see how she'd be expected to it was all over town that Mr. Freddy Gedney had been dropping in on Mrs. Piper five afternoons a week for the past six months. Mrs.
Fairboalt was at that ripe age where she distrusted all beautiful women "I love the dining-room MOST," she said, "all that MARVELLOUS china, and that HUGE cut-glass bowl." Mrs. Piper laughed, so prettily that Mrs. Fairboalt's lingering reservations about the Freddy Gedney story quite vanished. "Oh, that big bowl!" Mrs. Piper's mouth forming the words was a vivid rose petal.
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