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She was not sorry for this, as it gave her a chance to question Calderwell a little concerning Alice Greggory something she had long ago determined to do at the first opportunity. "Now tell me everything everything about everybody," she began diplomatically, settling herself comfortably for a good visit.
So possessed had Billy been, during the early winter, of the idea that her special mission in life was to inaugurate and foster a love affair between disappointed Mr. Arkwright and lonely Alice Greggory, that now she forgot, for a moment, that Arkwright himself was quite unaware of her efforts.
"But there's a rehearsal at quarter of eleven," exclaimed Billy, in answer to his hurried explanation of the delay; "and this gives so little time for for so little time, you know," she finished in confusion, casting frantically about in her mind for an excuse to hurry up-stairs and send Alice Greggory down before it should be quite too late.
Greggory to have the hundred dollars. There was no doubt on that point. Then Uncle William spoke. His words carried the righteous indignation of the man who thinks he has been unjustly treated, and the final plea of the collector who sees a coveted treasure slipping from his grasp. "I am very sorry, of course, if my offer has annoyed you," he said stiffly.
"I rather guess now I'm tending to my husband and my home!" she was crowing to herself. Just as Billy was about to leave the house the telephone bell jangled again. It was Alice Greggory. "Billy, dear," she called, "can't you come out? Mr. Arkwright and Mr. Calderwell are here, and they've brought some new music. We want you. Will you come?" "I can't, dear. Bertram wants me. He's sent for me.
She was conscious of a feeling which she could not name: Billy was not used to being called "these people" in precisely that tone of voice. William Henshaw, too, raised his chin. He, also, was not in the habit of being referred to as "these people." "My name is Henshaw, Miss Greggory, I presume," he said quietly. "I was sent here by Mr. Harlow."
"Honestly, Bertram, I think even gentle Mrs. Greggory wouldn't stand for that." "Then leave Rosa outside in the hall," planned Bertram, promptly; and after a few more arguments, Billy finally agreed to this. It was with Rosa, therefore, that she set out the next morning for the little room up four flights on the narrow West End street.
She was conscious suddenly of a fierce anger against she did not know what, exactly; but she fancied it was against the teapot, or against Uncle William for wanting the teapot, or for not wanting it if he did not buy it. "And so you see, I do very much wish to sell." Mrs. Greggory said then. "Perhaps you will tell me what it would be worth to you," she concluded tremulously.
"You see, I had heard about this girl a lot; and I liked what I heard." "You mean you didn't know her at the first?" Billy's eyes were surprised. Billy had supposed that Arkwright had always known Alice Greggory. "No, I didn't know the girl till afterwards. Before that I was always dreaming and wondering what she would be like." "Oh!"
The collector's eyes glowed. He picked up the teapot with careful rapture and examined it. Then he turned to the tray. After a moment he spoke. "I have only one other in my collection as rare," he said. "I paid a hundred dollars for that. I shall be glad to give you the same for this, madam." Mrs. Greggory started visibly. "A hundred dollars? So much as that?" she cried almost joyously.
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