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The story was again interrupted by a group of callers, among them Mrs. Crego, and though Alice loyally stood by the Haneys and introduced them boldly, Mrs. Crego's cold nod and something that went out from the eyes of her companions made Bertha suffer, and she went away with a feeling of antagonism in her heart. Did these people consider her beneath their respect?
She's improved mightily on this trip." After leaving Congdon, Ben went to his apartment and telephoned Alice to say that the Haneys had arrived and that he had left them under their own roof in good repair. "How is the Captain's health?" she asked, with the morbid interest of the invalid gossip. "He feels the altitude a little, but that is probably only temporary.
Crego is saying, 'I dunno them Haneys is queer cattle. And the little sick lady, sure she was as interested in me talk as Patsy McGonnigle. She drug out o' me some of me wildest scrapes. Poor little girl, 'twill soon be all up with her.... It's a fine young fellow she has. A Quaker by training, she says. My! my! What a prizefighter he'd make if his mind ran that way!
"Nixie!" he answered, in swift negation. "Little Willie don't want to tackle that delicate job. I'm subtle, but not so subtle as that. Alice Heath knows all we know and more, and you can bet they've talked the whole thing over." "But they may not realize the position of the Haneys."
The Haneys' suite of rooms at the hotel called for comment. "Surely Haney is feeling the power of money but why not; who has a better right to lovely things than Bertha?" Then aloud he repeated: "How well you're looking both of you! City life agrees with you. I never saw you look so well."
Congdon had put the dinner-hour early, and when the Haneys drove up in their glittering new carriage, drawn by two splendid black horses, she too had a moment of bewilderment, but her sense of humor prevailed. "Frank," she said, "you can't patronize a turnout like that not in my presence." "To-night art's name is mud," he replied, with conviction, and hastened down the steps to help Haney up.
"That's like a man," she responded; "they never see anything till it bumps their noses. They've both called on the Haneys and gone riding with them or with the girl. They've even eaten luncheon there!" "How dreadful! Mrs. Crego, you shock me!" "If any evil comes of this and there will be sorrow in it you'll be morally responsible.
Whenever the telephone bell rings I expect to hear that Frank is sued for breach of promise, or arrested for burglary, or some little thing like that. If he were only a novelist he'd make our everlasting fortune. But I know why he started this story he wants to head off my talk with you about the Haneys, and I don't intend to let him do it. Have you taken on Haney's legal business?" "Yes."
Crego, who was inclined to be very censorious, alluded to the Haneys as "beggars on horseback" as she met them on the boulevard. Of all this critical comment Bertha remained, happily, unconscious, and it is probable that she would soon have won her way to a decent circle of friends had not Charles Haney descended upon them like a plague.
"Yes, I'd thought of them." "Oh, I know all about it. You needn't stammer. You and Allen are getting a good deal out of the Haneys, and want to be decent in return. Well, I think well of you for it, and I'll do my mite. I'll have young Fordyce in, and Alice; being Quakers and 'plain people, they won't mind. Ben is crazy to see the rough side of Western life, anyway.
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