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He was growing stout, Isabelle perceived, and a little heavy. New York life was not good for him. "I thought Conny's house and the people so interesting," she used the universal term for a new sensation, "didn't you?" "Yes, very pleasant," he assented as he would have if it had been the Falkners or the Lawtons or the Frasers.
"Well, then, " but Lane did not finish his sentence, kissing his wife instead. "She's rather extravagant, isn't she?" he asked after a time. "Oh, she'll learn to manage." "I will do what I can for him, of course." And Isabelle considered the Falkners' fate settled; John, like her father, always brought about what he wanted. They spent the Christmas holidays that year with her parents.
It came to Mrs. Conry's last engagement, the last possible excuse for her lingering in the city. It was a suburban affair, and the place was difficult to reach. Vickers had invited the Falkners to go with them, to prevent gossip, and Bessie willingly accepted as a spree, though she had confided to Isabelle that "Mrs.
The house was a shabby frame affair, large for a farmhouse, with porticoes and pillars in Southern style. They found the Darnells with the Falkners in the living-room. Tom Darnell was reading an Elizabethan play aloud, rolling out the verse in resounding declamation, punctuated by fervid appreciation, "God! but that's fine!" "Hear this thing sing." "Just listen to this ripper." "O God!
There were very respectable Falkners in Charlestown, you remember; I thought you might warm to the name, and perhaps trace the connection, now that you are such good friends. It's providential they are here, as we haven't got a horse or a man in the place since Manuel disappeared, though Mr.
"By the way," Isabelle continued idly, "did you know that the Falkners were coming to St. Louis to live? John found Rob a place in the terminal work. It isn't permanent, but Bessie was crazy to come, and it may be an opening. She is a nice thing, mad about people." "But, Isabelle," her cousin persisted, "don't you want to know the things that make your husband's life, that go down to the roots?"
"But Rob has to work harder and likes the mountains, is always talking of going back. But I say there are better things than hiding yourself at the land's end. There's St. Louis, or maybe New York!" Isabelle wondered how the Falkners were able to support such a hospitable house they had two small children and Bessie had confided that another was coming in the spring on the engineer's salary.
Conry was dreadful ordinary," "not half good enough for our adorable Vickers to afficher himself with." Nevertheless, she was very sweet to the beautiful Mrs. Conry, as was Bessie's wont to be with pretty nearly all the world. It was late on their return, and the Falkners left them at the station.
I shouldn't wonder if he were clever in his profession; he told me a lot about Freke's mines." What he had learned about the Pleasant Valley mines was the chief thing in the evening to Lane. He did not understand why Isabelle seemed so much more eager to know these people these Darnells and Falkners than the Frasers and the Adamses.
Fortune, having turned its attention to the Falkners, seemed determined to smile on them this year. An uncle of Bessie's died on his lonely ranch in Wyoming, and when the infrequent local authorities got around to settling his affairs, they found that he had left his little estate to Elizabeth Bissell, who was now Mrs. Robert Falkner of Torso.
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