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Henderson, with the remark, "It leaves you, madam, pretty much everything of which he died possessed." Carmen put it aside. She did not care to read it now. She would go home and search for the other one. "If no other is found," said Mr. Sage, in bidding her good-morning," this one ought to be proved tomorrow. I may tell you that you and Mr. Hollowell are named as executors."
If it came, did it give any doubts and raise any of the old questions that used to be discussed at Brandon? Wasn't it the use that people made of money, after all, that was the real test? She did not like Hollowell, but on acquaintance he was not the monster that he had appeared to her in the newspapers.
The continued friendly alliance of Rodney Henderson and Jerry Hollowell was a marvel to the public, which expected to read any morning that the one had sold out the other, or unloaded in a sly deal. The Stock Exchange couldn't understand it; it was so against all experience that it was considered something outside of human nature. But the explanation was simple enough.
Jerry Hollowell, having inquired where Margaret was staying, called to pay his respects, as he phrased it. Carmen, who was with Margaret in the morning-room, received him with her most distinguished manner. "We all know Mr. Hollowell," she said. "That's not always an advantage," retorted Uncle Jerry, seating himself, and depositing his hat beside his chair. "When do you expect your husband, Mrs.
Hopper," said Henderson, with imperturbable good-humor; "the transfer books are open to your inspection." "Well, we prefer to hold on to our bonds." "And wait for your interest," interposed Hollowell. Mr. Hopper turned to the speaker. "And while we are waiting we propose to inquire what has become of the surplus of the A. and B. The bondholders had the first claim on the entire property."
Morgan asked her if she expected that the business of sixty millions of people was going to be done with the order and decorum of a lyceum debating society. In one of the committee-rooms she saw Hollowell, looking at ease, and apparently an indispensable part of the government machine. Her own husband, who had accompanied the party, she lost presently, whisked away somewhere.
"You seem to be in a brown study," said Carmen, who came up, leaning on the arm of the Earl of Chisholm. "I'm lost in admiration. You must make allowance, Miss Eschelle, for a person from the country." "Oh, we are all from the country. That is the beauty of it. There is Mr. Hollowell, used to drive a peddler's cart, or something of that sort, up in Maine, talking with Mr.
"What a delightful old party!" said Carmen, after he had gone. "I've a mind to adopt him." In a week Hollowell and Carmen were the best of friends. She called him "Uncle Jerry," and buzzed about him, to his great delight. "The beauty of it is," he said, "you never can tell where she will light." Everybody knows what Newport is in August, and we need not dwell on it.
Hopper," said Henderson, with imperturbable good-humor; "the transfer books are open to your inspection." "Well, we prefer to hold on to our bonds." "And wait for your interest," interposed Hollowell. Mr. Hopper turned to the speaker. "And while we are waiting we propose to inquire what has become of the surplus of the A. and B. The bondholders had the first claim on the entire property."
In dress and manner his appearance was that of the shrewd city capitalist quiet and determined, who is neither to be deceived nor bullied. With a courteous greeting to both the men, whom he knew well, he took a seat and stated his business. "I have called to see you, Mr. Henderson, about the bonds of the A. and B., and I am glad to find Mr. Hollowell here also." "What amount do you represent, Mr.
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