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He experienced a little relief when she did not bother him about his business nor inquire into his operations with Hollowell, and he fancied that she was getting to accept the world as Carmen accepted it.
"What do you mean, Carmen?" asked Margaret, startled. "Why, that is the road Mr. Henderson is in." "Yes, I know, dear. There were too many in it." "Isn't it safe?" said Margaret, turning to Hollowell. "A great deal more solid than it was," he replied. "It is part of a through line. I suppose Miss Eschelle found a better investment." "One nearer home," she admitted, in the most matter-of-fact way.
"Henderson must have given the girl points," thought Hollowell. He began to feel at home with her. If he had said the truth, it would have been that she was more his kind than Mrs. Henderson, but that he respected the latter more. "I think we might go in partnership, Miss Eschelle, to mutual advantage but not in building. Your ideas are too large for me there."
"It's not for sale. Seven figures wouldn't touch it." He looked at it lovingly before he put it up, and then added: "Well, there's a figure for each, Rodney, and a big nest-egg for the old woman besides. There's nothing like it, old man. You'd better come in." And he put his hand affectionately on Henderson's knee. Jeremiah Hollowell commonly known as Jerry was a remarkable man.
Jerry Hollowell, whispered to her that she always thought his name was Bessemer; but this was, no doubt, a pleasantry. It was a beautiful essay, and so stimulating! And then there was bouillon, and time to look about at the toilets.
"Because these philanthropists, like Mr. Henderson and Uncle Jerry Hollowell, are all building on top; putting on the frosting before the cake rises." "Haven't you found out, Mr. Ponsonby," Margaret interrupted, "that if there were eight sides to a question, Miss Eschelle would be on every one of them?" "And right, too. There are eight sides to every question, and generally more.
Yes, I suppose so, as far as his interests go. He isn't a bad sort of fellow very long-headed." "Dear," said Margaret, with hesitation, "I wish you didn't have anything to do with such men." "Why, dearest?" "Oh, I don't know. You needn't laugh. It rather lets one down; and it isn't like you." Henderson laughed aloud now. "But you needn't associate with Hollowell.
"That's as clever," Margaret retorted, "as the remark of an under-secretary at a cabinet reception the other night, that it is one thing to entertain and another to be entertaining. I won't have you slander Washington. I should like to spend all my winters here." "Dear me!" said Morgan, "I've been praising Washington. I should like to live here also, if I had the millions of Jerry Hollowell.
"She's as pretty as a picture, that girl, but I should think a good wind would blow her away. I shouldn't want to have her drive me round." "Jorkins has sailed," said Mr. Hollowell, looking up from his paper. "The Planet reporter tried to interview him, but he played sick, said he was just going over and right back for a change.
I reckon you don't find Jerry Hollowell trying to pull a cat by its tail," he added, dropping into his native manner. "Well, I must go and hunt up the old man. Glad to have made your acquaintance, Mrs. Henderson." And then, with a sly look, "If I knew you better, ma'am, I should take the liberty of congratulating you that Henderson has come round so handsomely."
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