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Franklyn-Haldene could destroy the letter as easily as she had written it; more easily, had Patty but known it. "I prefer to read it to you." And Patty read, her tones sharp and penetrating, finely tempered by anger. "I write such a thing as that? You accuse me of writing an anonymous letter of that caliber?
"Where is he now?" "Up stairs playing the wheel." Ben shook his head. He had his salary in his pocket, and he vividly remembered what roulette had done to it a fortnight gone. "If Bolles is drunk, it wouldn't do any good to talk to him." Ben sighed and drank his liquor neat. He was tired. Regularly once a week Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene visited a hair-dresser.
To back up a bit of gossip, one often meddles. Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene was naturally a daughter of Eve; she was more than a gossip, she was a prophetess. She foretold scandal. She would move Heaven and earth, so the saying goes, to prove her gossip infallible. And when some prophecy of hers went wrong, she did everything in her power to right it.
She saw her walk quickly away, stop suddenly as if she had forgotten something, open her large purse, turn its contents inside out, replace them, and proceed. But a letter lay on the sidewalk unnoticed. Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene secretly hoped that it would remain there till she made her departure. "Handsome woman, isn't she?" said Madame. "I don't know what it is, but they are always good-looking."
She was very glad when the service came to an end and the stir and rustle announced the departure of the congregation. At the door she found Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene. She rather expected to find her. They were enemies of old. "Shall I congratulate you?" asked the formidable person. Many of the congregation stopped. They hadn't the courage of Mrs.
Pshaw! that was an easy one, too." Warrington missed his shot; He heard voices again. "And I want you to help me." It was Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene again. "We shall reorganize the Woman's Auxiliary Republican Club, and we shall need you. It is principally for that that I came over." "I take very little interest in anything outside my home," replied Mrs. Bennington.
I shall not be home to lunch, but you may expect me at dinner. I am curious to learn whether it will be in Egypt and the Holy Land, or Italy, the land of the fig-tree and the vine. Good morning." When he was gone, Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene realized, for the first time in sixteen years, that she had married a man.
She had finally departed with smiles on her lips and rage in her heart. This actress, whom she had thought to awe with the majesty of her position in Herculaneum, was not awed at all. It was disconcerting; it was humiliating. She had condescended to tolerate and was tolerated in turn. Katherine adored Patty, and Patty had told her that she hated Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene.
If I had reflected ... But you see, I didn't know that you were engaged, or even that you knew her. I never understood, until you were gone, why she wanted to hide herself. I'm glad I've relieved my mind." Warrington sighed. "It's all right. There! I told you that I'd win even at those odds." Presently they heard a stir down stairs. Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene was going. The door closed.
I'll give you a handicap of twenty in a hundred points." "I'll beat you at those odds." "That remains to be seen." And the two hurried up the stairs just as the hall-door closed. The billiard-room was situated at the head of the front stairs. Warrington won the bank, and he ran a score of ten. While he was chalking his cue he heard voices. "It is very sad." It was Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene talking.
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